I Tipped An Exhausted Waitress One Hundred Dollars Until I Found Something In My Takeout Box

I parked near the far curb and turned off the engine and sat for a moment in the dark, aware that I had arrived somewhere I did not have a clear plan for being in, with an envelope of money that was not mine and a note I had no right to have read, at nearly midnight, outside the apartment of a woman I had exchanged perhaps fifteen sentences with in continue reading …