I Gave Coffee To The Old Janitor My Family Humiliated

time. The cheekbone. The eyes. The portrait in the lobby. It really had been a trick of the light, that first night. Just not the kind I’d assumed.

“Why coveralls, though,” I said. “Really. You could’ve just read reports.”

He smiled then, the whole way, for the first time. “Joyce used to say you learn more from a man by handing him a mop than a microphone.continue reading …