The concrete floor was cold enough to seep up through the soles of my leather pumps.

“I’m not dropping this, Daniel,” I said.

Daniel set the second bag down with a heavy thump that puffed up a little cloud of salt dust.

He rubbed the back of his neck again and wouldn’t look me in the face.

“She’s an older woman trying to keep herself useful,” Daniel said.

“She likes having a schedule up on the counter.”

“She had three dates written down that only went to my work email,” I said.