Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

kind of strange.”

I sat by the window and enjoyed a quiet cup of tea without any legal briefs on my table.

The tea was hot and tasted of lemon, and the toast was exactly five dollars.

I watched a mail truck pull up to the blue mailbox on the corner, the driver whistling as he cleared the slot.

For the first time in fourteen years, I did not have a deadline continue reading …