the epistolatory spy added that Carolyn “dated guys around town.” John casually tossed the piece of paper at her, stood, and walked out the door. Carolyn stared in shock at John as he departed and then at the correspondence that sat before her on the white linen tablecloth. She read the letter, folded it, and put it in her purse. Then she got up and left. She would carry it with her, in many ways, for a very long time.
