When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office
“It’s getting late,” I said, reaching for the sleeve.
“Let me help you into that, Raymond,” Valerie said, sliding the wool over my shoulders with practiced grace.
She picked a stainless steel travel mug up off the foyer table and held it out to me by its black plastic handle.
“I poured some of that fresh decaf tea into a travel mug for your drive home,” she said with a warm smile.
“You don’t need to go to the trouble,” I said.