Printing Emails And Heading Downtown
By late morning, my printer pushed out Grandpa’s emails in a neat stack. I stapled threads by topic and slid everything into a blue folder.
I locked the apartment, grabbed my keys, and took the elevator down. Traffic crawled along Main, so I cut through Elm and parked under Brad’s building.
The garage ticket went into my wallet with a note for the time. I checked the suite number on my phone and headed for the elevators.