He appeared at Estrella Co. at two in the afternoon on a Monday.
Not Saturday.
I had spent Saturday in a state of low-level readiness that I did not acknowledge directly but that manifested in the way I moved through the day: slightly too aware of my phone, slightly too attuned to sounds from the street, sitting in Rosie's kitchen that evening with a book I had read the same paragraph of four times without retaining any of it.
He did not come Saturday.
He did not come Sunday either.
I did not ask why. I had told him to just arrive and he was apparently taking me at my word in a way that included not providing a schedule, which was both respectful and deeply inconvenient for a person who had spent the weekend in a state of readiness they were not admitting to.
Monday at two I was at m
