And I find her sticky pad on the end table. About to jot down a quick note, but I notice her illegible handwriting. I trained myself to decipher it when I was a lead. I read the words clearly. Merci mille fois. Pour tout. xoxo Jane She knows I can translate simple French phrases. She wrote: Thank you a thousand times. For everything. My lungs expand. I tear her note off the pad. Pocketing it, and then I write on the top blank one. It’s my honor to be with you in everything.
