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

the sound of something against the floor, a cane maybe, and the door opened. The man standing there was older than his ID photo, the way people are always older than the document that represents them, leaning on a wooden cane with both hands, his white hair thin and neatly combed. He was wearing a cardigan over a plaid shirt and he looked at me with continue reading …