That was reason enough.
The same was true of the brass nameplate.
I did not keep it because it proved anything to Arthur.
It belonged on my desk.
The photograph could stay with him.
His apology could stay where he had left it.
His admission that he had been wrong did not need framing.
I had heard it.
That was enough.
Outside my office window, the evening had turned dark.
I checked the clock.
Late.
Again.
Trevor would have said that sounded like me.
He would have been right.
I gathered the three folders.
One completed.
One needing another review.