Nine Men Laughed Outside My Wife’s Intensive Care Room—They Had No Idea What Their Trust Ledger Would Reveal
He carried a tiny espresso to the window table as though the café had been arranged for our meeting.
“Take a seat, Robert.”
I pulled out the chair.
“Surprised you called.”
“Just catching up with my new brother-in-law.
How’s government life down at the depot?”
“My work is fine.”
“Always the diplomat.” He stirred coffee he had not tasted.