That wasn’t an answer.

I tucked the separation papers into my bag.

Arthur wrote four card numbers on an index card and handed it to me with a little box drawn next to each one.

We drove to his house because the courthouse copies needed sorting, and his kitchen table was the only clear surface left in Oak Ridge.

Rain began while we were sitting at the light on Division.

It came in thin gray sheets at first, then harder against the windshield.