But nobody rolled their eyes either.
That was enough.
After my morning route, I drove to the sanitation yard.
Silas was working behind the fence, sorting equipment.
Still off-route.
Still quiet.
I parked near the office and walked over.
He saw me and came to the gate.
“I’ve got something for you.”
He looked wary.
I handed him Kinsley’s note.
He stared at it but didn’t open it.
“She wrote it herself,” I said.
He nodded.
Then I handed him the brownies.
“These may or may not have been partially offered to me first.”
His mouth twitched.
“Can’t accept bribes, ma’am.”
“They’re apology brownies.”
“That a different category?”
“Legally, I believe so.”
He took them.
Then he opened the note.
I did not read it.
That was not mine.
But I watched his face.
Silas was a man built like a fortress.
Yet one folded piece of notebook paper nearly undid him.
