Julia

Van gave my hand a squeeze before I stepped into my father’s office, leaving Van in the front with Janie, my father’s secretary. She’d been with him as long as I could remember. Long ago, before my mother also had an office in this suite of offices and my grandfather was still alive, I’d come into Dad’s office and Janie would let me help her with filing and even typing.

Those memories and more came back as we greeted one another, ...