The Crate in the Parking Lot
She called that afternoon and I answered it and we spoke for perhaps ninety seconds and she asked to meet and I said no.
And she called again on the Friday and I said all right.
Two calls.
Neither of them is in the notebook.
I did not forget.
I want to be accurate about that, because forgetting would be forgivable.
I stood in a hallway in Stockton on a Thursday afternoon in October 2013 with a spiral notebook in my hand and a pen, and I made a decision, and the decision took about four seconds and I have never once been able to pretend it was anything else.
A record that has one thing missing is not a record.