And I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did. I mean that as a good thing. I think. The man I was married to for twenty-two years was out there on Friday mornings believing in strangers and I just thought he really liked diner coffee.

The letter is still on the table. I still don’t know what to do with it. I don’t think Gary would want me to do anything with it. But I also can’t put it away.