And then I made myself sit back down and read the third sentence.

Part Three: Two Years of Five Minutes

I should say what he actually was to me, because everybody who hears this assumes one of two things and both of them are wrong.

He was not a project.

He was also not a friend.

He was a five-minute fixture of my morning for two years, which is its own category and which I do not think has a name.

I worked at an accounting firm on South Sixth Street.