Another.
Don’t skip the apple. It’s important.
Another.
Jamie asked where babies come from this morning. I handled it. You owe me.
I sat in Edward’s desk chair.
“You actually kept all of them.”
“All of them.”
“Even the ones when I was angry?”
“Especially those.”
I looked up.
“There’s one from three years ago about the garage.”
“I remember.”
“That one wasn’t nice.”
“You were right.”
“You kept it anyway?”
“Because it was real.”
He looked at the box.
“That’s why I love these notes. You never perform in them. You write whatever is true that morning, fold it, and hand it to me.”
His voice softened.
“I’ve carried the truth of our life in my pocket for twelve years.”
I looked at the photograph of myself laughing in the kitchen.
“When did you take that?”
“Two years ago.”
“I never noticed.”
