plastic container that I refused to identify.
“Is that how you live?” I asked.
“I’ll eat at your place on Sunday.”
“That’s why you’re always ahead of schedule.”
“I consider it effective.”
As I was leaving, the late afternoon sun was beginning to disappear behind the walnut tree.
Wendell walked me back to my car.
I opened the driver’s door, then I turned around.
“You should have trusted me.”
“I know.”
“And I should have asked you directly instead of sneaking onto your property.”
He thought about it.
“Probably.”
“I don’t appreciate your tone.”
“I agreed with you.”
“Too fast.”
He smiled.
Then his expression softened.
“Winnie?”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t build this ramp because I think you are powerless.”
I looked in the direction of the house.
“I know.”
“I built it because I don’t want the stairs to dictate where we
