My returned access badge went into the drawer with old office identification.

The notebook that had once held the first timestamp now held the reference number for the completed handoff.

I rinsed two coffee cups and set them on the shelf.

There was room for both.

Emily sent a message: next time we could meet without discussing Dad at all.

I wrote back that she could choose the place.

She knew a diner with terrible toast and excellent pie.

I put the phone facedown.