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

coffee and whatever fries people left untouched in bagged orders.

One night, at a red light, I looked over at Rusty in the passenger seat. He was wearing Betty’s old knitted scarf loosely around his neck, because I found it in the tin with the two dollars and it smelled like her.

Rusty stared out the window like he was watching a world that didn’t include continue reading …