for a weekend. He said his apartment was getting new carpet. He said he’d fix my Wi-Fi, which had been acting up. I went to my church circle Saturday morning and left him alone in the house for three hours.
When I came back, the Wi-Fi was working. He’d made me lunch. A chicken salad, the way I like it, with grapes.
He’d been so sweet that weekend.
I remember thinking, He’s finally growing up.
I sat down on the little bench in the hall.
I didn’t open the envelope.
