A month later and the Seahawks game is here. More importantly, Clara is coming tonight to spend the weekend with Ben. In fact, he’s at the airport, picking her up right now.
“I have a package for you,” Kerbie says, stopping me from just waving and walking into the elevator.
I detour back to his desk and he scours through the packages to find it.
“No Mr. Noughton today?” Kerbie asks while inspecting the packages.
“No. Just me.”
He lifts the package as I’m about to say I’ll come back down for it. I’m fairly sure it’s the jacket I ordered online last week. “Here it is!”
The package is smaller than I’d expect a jacket to come in.
“Thanks, Kerbie.”
I head to the elevator, press the up button, and wait for it to arrive. I inspect the return address to see Greywall, Alaska. A PO box, none
