A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

to save the time I did not have. The steering wheel was hot enough to burn my palms through the fabric of my gardening gloves.

The local diner was cool, though the air conditioning unit in the transom window rattled like a drawer full of loose cutlery. I sat in the booth farthest from the cash register, my resume printed on heavy cream paper from the continue reading …