Jake’s mom returns. “I decided tonight that I want you to have this.” She hands me a piece of paper. It’s been folded a few times. It’s small enough to fit into a pocket. “Oh, thanks,” I say. “Thank you.” “I’ve forgotten now, of course, how long exactly, but it’s been in the works for quite some time.” I start to unfold it. She raises her hand. “No, no. Don’t open it here! You’re not ready yet!”
