“I don’tunderstand…”
“This might help,” Salsaid.
She turned toward him to see that he was holding out a stark white envelope. She took it and immediately knew who it was from, the weight and velvety texture of the paper all-toofamiliar.
She opened the flap on the envelope, and this time instead of her ID, a folded piece of paper waitedinside.
She pulled it out and unfoldedit.
Your choice. See youSaturday.
JM
212-555-8698
Now she understood. She didn’t know what to do with it, but sheunderstood.
She turned to Sal. “Is there any way you can help me get theseupstairs?”