Linda didn’t look up.

“The signature says otherwise.”

The security officer in the brown shirt stepped into the doorway.

Gary put his hands down.

At home, Arthur had brought a folding chair and a thermos of coffee to the porch.

He poured me a cup in a chipped mug and set it on the wide arm of the rocking chair.

A neighbor’s dog barked at a squirrel, and Arthur spilled a little coffee on his shoe.

He wiped it with a napkin and didn’t say anything.