One Sentence Across the Table

dessert?”

She had nothing.

Nothing useful anyway.

I opened my truck door.

Then I remembered one last debt sitting between us for years.

I said, “By the way, I did finish.”

She frowned. “What?”

“My degree. Took me eleven years. Nights, weekends, online credits, winter terms. Purdue mailed it in 2019.”

I let that sit.

“You never asked.”

Her face changed then.

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