Grace put her head on my shoulder.
It had been four years since she’d done that.
Monday morning, Carl sat in a conference room on the third floor of Whitaker Freight with an attorney and a woman from human resources.
I wasn’t there.
Priya told me later what happened.
He signed the separation agreement and repaid seven thousand one hundred and sixty dollars to the company.
Sheila arrived at nine and stayed two hours.
She told HR everything in a flat, steady voice, and she was not disciplined, because she had not known.
By Friday she had transferred to the Dayton terminal, with a title she’d earned herself.
She left me a letter at my desk.
It said only, I was wrong not to ask, and I am sorry.
I put it in my drawer.
I didn’t throw it out.
For ten days, I didn’t speak to David.
He respected it.
