PART 2 OF 12
Bread, Mostly
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
We got to the main course before it started, which was later than usual.
"Now," Margaret said. "Somebody remind me what your father does, Sarah."
She knew what my father does. She had asked in March. She had asked in the June before that.
"He's retired."
"From?"
"He drove a delivery route. Thirty-one years, the same route."
"How steady," she said.