One Sentence Across the Table

door, saying, “Drive safe” to people who absolutely would.

Richard shook my hand again before he left.

“This was one hell of an introduction,” he said.

“Not my first choice,” I told him.

He gave a tired smile. “Still memorable.”

Then they were gone.

Cars backing down the drive. Porch lights reflected in black windows. The house changed shape once the audience continue reading …