Richard pulled up in a spotless black SUV at precisely eight in the morning. Not a minute early, not a minute late. He did not get out to greet me. He did not even look up from his phone when I opened the passenger door.
“You’re late,” he said.
It was seven fifty-nine.
I quietly buckled my seatbelt. He drove with the same energy he lived: sharp, abrupt,continue reading …
