right. The coffee mug held with both hands.
“You already know more than you think you do,” I said. “You handed me the page. That was you.”
She thought about this.
“Yeah,” she said. “That was me.”
She left. I closed the door. I stood in the hallway for a moment, in my house, which was exactly what it had always been: familiar, comfortable, with the creak continue reading …
