“You're welcome, though I should thank you for humouring my request.” The thanks she should've offered would've been sincere, since she'd meant it when she'd told Will she would be in touch; at the time, she'd thought one way, or another. For once, it was the easy way. No sweat-soaked paper, no black marker blots, no bottle dropped off a bridge... just the cardboard she still held out to Will, Sam Patchowski, 476 Sims St, Porcupine River, MN B3G 3V3 printed across it none too neatly.

“Trade you for my sweater back.”