Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

would never think to look.

I set it back on the windowsill, right where the sun would strike it first thing in the morning. My handbag sat on the chair by the door, heavy with the weight of my preparations. I had exactly three hours before my scheduled meeting with Raymond on his porch.

The phone on the wall remained quiet, its dial continue reading …