2) I BOUGHT MYSELF A BIRTHDAY CAKE—BUT NO ONE CAME
Then—a knock. It was a young woman. Nervous, holding a phone. “Are you Mr. L?” she asked. “I’m Eliot’s daughter. Nora.” I was speechless. She found my number on her dad’s phone, saw the message, and decided to come. She brought a turkey and mustard sandwich—my favorite. We sat at my crate-table and shared the … Read more