The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

mouth. He looked tired too now. Human-tired, not article-photo tired.

“I used to think you didn’t have any appetite,” he said.

“For what?”

“This.”

I opened the car door, then stopped.

“You never saw it,” I said. “That doesn’t mean it wasn’t there.”

He nodded once.

Didn’t apologize.

I didn’t expect him to.

When I got in the car, he was still standing on the continue reading …