My hopes were dashed by noon. When I returned to my desk after lunch, there, sitting in the very center, was a small red envelope with a distinctive white bull’s-eye. A knot in my throat, I opened it and nearly shrieked at the amount. One thousand dollars. Holy shit. My hands trembled as I read the note. Catherine, Something useful to go along with the luxury. The spa card doesn’t expire. Use it when you have the time, even if it’s three years from now. Congratulations on your impending arrival. I should have said that sooner. -Elliot
