to sit on the edge of the bed before choosing a shirt.
We drove to campus with the windows cracked to the cool September air. The list rested on her knee, secured beneath one hand whenever the breeze lifted its edges. She wore a rust-colored jacket over a cream sweater, and every few blocks she pushed loose hair behind her ear. I knew that gesture well enough to know she was nervous.
I was a transit planner. Uncertainty usually arrived on my desk in quantities that could be measured: missed
