It’s been cold here in the Flower City—eight below zero, this morning—and I’ve taken to wearing my fleece pullover most days. I was just up in a cluster of workmates, near the telephone, and the Lab Manager gestured and made a little smirk. “Nice sticker,” she said.
I looked down, and stuck to the fleece, just below my heart, was little oblong of cellophane—clear, with a pink-and-yellow giftbox printed on it. I smiled. “Yeah, that’s about as high as Sam can reach right now,” I said. We laughed. But I didn’t take it off.
That’s how you know.
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