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

already whittling her away.

She handed me the two dollars. Her hand shook, but her chin stayed up.

“Just the dog food today, Mrs. Higgins?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m not hungry this week,” she said sharply. Then, softly: “But Rusty has to eat.”

Over her shoulder, on the side table, I saw a row of orange prescription bottles. Empty. continue reading …