She stood by her car in the wind in the parking lot of the movie theater. We had met there last time, and she suggested we meet there again, worried that we’d miss each other.
I parked beside her and took the job bag from the seat. As I got out, she approached.
“How are you?” I said.
She said, “Very good.” We had a little small talk, then I set the job bag on my trunk, and pointed out the printed instructions that showed through the clear plastic. The same as last time. One-hundred sixty pages. Front matter, guts, TOC, index, glossary. Continue reading “The Reader: A True Story”