follow up

“Now you can’t say I never did anything for you,” the man says to the woman as he opens the door.

“Don’t worry, she will,” a [passerby tells him.


The ginkgo trees on the main path are yellow. The leaves hang close to the branches and trunk. Several feet in, the trees are still green.

“Microclimates,” someone says to the person they’re walking with. “Totally wacky.”