Good Buy, Love
“So… this is for you. She said you could take it or leave it.”
Jonah, who I hadn’t seen in person for years, was matter of fact. They cracked a half smile, looking oddly luminous in their grief. They pulled a small journal out of their bag- found a clearing on the table- a space between our plates, mugs, water glasses, the sundry condiments native to breakfast diners.