The Kindest Lie: A Delivery Driver, an Old Woman, and Rusty’s Last Winter

would want…” he began, and his voice failed him.

“She would want him loved,” I finished.

David nodded once like it cost him.

Then, unexpectedly, he walked to a cabinet and pulled out a small tin.

He opened it and took out two crumpled dollar bills.

He held them out to me.

“For gas,” he said, and his voice was raw. “Drive safe now.”

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