Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

Julian had left behind. Raymond took it, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses before pulling a white linen handkerchief from his pocket to polish the lenses.

“Julian was very eager for me to sign this,” I said, sitting in the rocker next to him.

Raymond laid the paper flat against his knee and began reading, his finger tracing the lines continue reading …