He Sneered At Me Until I Gave Him An Answer He Did Not Expect

in blue frosting. He shook my hand in the parking lot afterward and held onto it.

“You did well,” he said.

“You made the call when it counted,” I said.

He shrugged. “I made the call because twenty years of knowing you told me you would not send that message unless it was real.”

That is what trust is, I thought. Built in unremarkable increments. Available continue reading …