The Receipt in the Gray Jacket
A person you have never met reads numbers back to you and asks whether you understand them.
I wore a navy suit I’d bought for the occasion, which is a stupid thing to do and which I did on purpose.
I had spent four months being the woman this had happened to.
I wanted to walk into a public building looking like somebody it had not happened to.
He was in the hallway when I got there, sitting on the bench outside the courtroom with his elbows on his knees.
He’d lost weight.