Binder Retrieved At Records Counter
The clerk returned with a gray binder hugged to her chest and set it on a side table. She slid a plastic placard toward me with rules about handling originals and asked me to work there.
I moved my folder over, clicked my pen, and wrote the time at the top of a fresh note page. She flipped the cover, showed me the index tab, and left to help the next customer.
I drew a small box for page numbers and uncapped my phone camera.