Anita didn’t hurry as she descended the stairs to the squad because she knew that for first time in eleven years she wouldn’t see Lennie there.

Entering her office she saw a note beneath a roll of quarters on her desk. She picked it up, putting on her reading glasses. She recognized the scrawl.

Lieu,

As I won’t be there to loan you a quarter when that damn machine steals yours, here’s a roll.

Lennie

P.S.

Mind if I drop by to steal a fry now and then?

The tears she’d held at bay the day before finally broke free.