The Crate in the Parking Lot
It was in there for fourteen months.
I opened it in the November, on a Tuesday, after a session, because Ruthann Bello had asked me about it four times across a year and on the fifth time she said, “Emil, I’m going to stop asking, because you and I both know that the drawer is the answer.”
It is two pages.
Handwriting I recognized instantly and had not seen since a birthday card in 2009.
I am going to give the parts of it that are not mine to keep private, which is most of it.