Eleanor
The elevator gave its usual mechanical whir as it rose steadily toward the upper floors of the courthouse, on the side of the building for the judges and clerks and secretaries, and others.
My fingers tightened slightly around the strap of the rotating carrier holding six cups of coffee, the familiar scent wafting up to me in faint streams of warmth and comfort. In my other hand, I balanced a large box of donuts; a colorful, sugary bribe if I was being honest with myself. Boston cream, maple-glazed, jelly-filled, old fashioned, and the classic glazed…
It was more as if I had emptied the shop of its best, hoping to cater to everyone’s taste, because this morning,
I needed the staff to remember me for donuts and coffee when their mind strayed to me today. I was tired of them se
