dollars for the custom printing. Another three for the gold foil.
I knew because I had reviewed the invoice.
Just as I had reviewed the invoice for the room we were sitting in, the imported orchids on the tables, and the steak on my father’s plate.
“So be it,” I said.
I lifted my wool coat from the chair and walked out.
No one followed.
The heavy doors closed behind me.
Only then did I let myself smile.
The Minnesota cold hit hard as I crossed the parking lot. Wind
