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“I don’tunderstand…”

“This might help,” Salsaid.

She turned toward him to see that he was holding out a stark white envelope. She took it and immediately knew who it was from, the weight and velvety texture of the paper all-toofamiliar.

She opened the flap on the envelope, and this time instead of her ID, a folded piece of paper waitedinside.

She pulled it out and unfoldedit.

Your choice. See youSaturday.

JM

212-555-8698

Now she understood. She didn’t know what to do with it, but sheunderstood.

She turned to Sal. “Is there any way you can help me get theseupstairs?”