After Returning a Lost Wallet From My Mechanic Shop a Sheriff Came Looking for Me

for a moment and then I got out of the truck, because the discomfort was mine to carry and the wallet was his to have back.

I walked to the porch and knocked twice.

There was a pause, longer than the standard pause between knocking and answering, the particular pause of someone who moves carefully and deliberately, and then I heard slow footsteps and continue reading …