Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout

“That card lives in my desk drawer.”

“Your desk drawer hasn’t locked since March,” Nina said from the doorway.

Her pen clicked twice.

“I’ve mentioned it.”

I did the arithmetic out loud before I thought better of it.

“At eleven o’clock, I was in the second row of a school auditorium.

Lucy’s class did the solar system.

She was Venus.”