The Crate in the Parking Lot
Which we did.
For about nine months.
Part Sixteen: Saturday
I did not sleep and I do not think she did either, and at eight in the morning I was in a parking lot at a venue outside Camino with a garment bag and no idea what was going to happen at half past six that evening.
Here is what I want to say about that Saturday before anything else: it was a good day.
Not in the sense that it went smoothly.