I’d had little sleep the night before, I’d had a full working day, and I’d observed a lot of puzzling behavior.But Claude’s personal car, a burgundy Buick, was parked in front of my house. On the whole, I was glad to see it.His window was rolled down, and I could hear his radio playing “All Things Considered,” the public-radio news program. Claude was slumped down in the driver’s seat, his eyes closed. I wondered how long he had been waiting, since someone had stuck a blue sheet of paper under his windshield wiper. I could feel a smile somewhere inside me as I pulled into my carport and turned off the ignition. I’d missed him.I walked quietly down the drive. I bent to his ear.“Hey, hotshot,” I whispered.He smiled before his eyes flew open.“Lily,” he said, as if he enjoyed saying it. His hand went up to smooth his mustache, now more salt-and-pepper than brown.“You going to sit out here or you going to come in?”“In, now that you’re here to offer.”As Claude emerged from his Buick, I pulled the blue flyer from under his passenger-side wiper.
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