The Receipt in the Gray Jacket
I’d like somebody else to read it out loud, because I don’t want it to be me.”
Nobody moved for a moment.
Then Arthur put his glasses on and picked up the phone and read it, in the flat voice of a man reading a utility notice, and put it back down on the table.
The silence went on for a long time.
Patricia said, “September.”
Chloe was looking at her hands.
“Chloe,” Wendy said.
“How long.”