Starbucks. Dinner after the banquet with Jeff to discuss the terms of the lease. The banquet was bonkers and there were so many people from the past. Loading docks and doors that wouldn’t shut. Doctors having dinner on the patio. Lattes out of reusable cups. Young families carrying little baseball players across empty parking lots. It’s all a little blurry, but depending upon how you file your taxes the meter reader might let you loose. Five more days. Or four. Hinges. Come on universe, give me another victory like the Wilde and don’t let this one walk.