The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
“Take a peppermint.
The radiator dries the air out.”
He slid the roll across the blotter.
I set one of the red candies down beside my keys.
“Did you pull the county files?” I asked.
“Can we stop her before she leaves the state?”
Arthur took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a white cloth napkin, his thumb polishing the bridge.
“State,” Arthur repeated quietly.