Up at four again. The refrigerator was humming. The coffee maker clicked before it brewed, the way it does.

I was looking for a battery and found my time card from the mill instead. '06. The last one. I'd held onto it for some reason and then forgotten I had.

There was a fellow I worked the line with named Roy. We had words one Tuesday over nothing. I meant to call him the week after. Then the year after. Then he was gone.

My hands aren't quick anymore. I dropped the card picking it up. Picked it up again.

The phone's on the counter. Sitting there since supper. I'm going to use it before the coffee gets cold.

Hank wants out.

Love,

Papaw