But you pretend. I watched you this time, though you didn’t see me; you put out a little note, tucked into a tiny satin pouch, accompanied by five dollars.
Read MoreThinking of them rotting on the ground makes me sick - just tossed aside. They’re more sweet than you could imagine.
He tipped his head to the side. “It’s so nice to meet you.” Behind his head hung a print with a fat pink salmon swimming above the word “PERSISTENCE” in bold block letters.