« What do you want? »
The man held up a folder.
« Your signature. »
The man glanced at my coffee, then at the crossword book between us.
Nathan took the papers without introducing us.
The man glanced at my coffee, then at the crossword book between us.
For one second, something hard crossed his face.
« This is Eric, » Nathan said. « He handles my paperwork. »
Eric gave me a restrained nod.
I remember thinking Nathan treated him like an employee who had stayed too long.
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