I looked at the message.
Typed carefully.
You don’t have to arrive with everything solved. But we do need to discuss what happened.
She sent:
I know.
That was all.
Not enough.
But more than before.
The fifth week, I went to St.
Mark’s for a volunteer event.
Margaret was there.
I hadn’t expected her.
She was helping coordinate donations to a children’s literacy program.
Our paths crossed in the basement hallway.