I wondered if I should. I usually don’t. But something about him… I think it was the kids. He was so patient, attentive, not at all annoyed with their questions, their needs. Maybe it was because was feeling like there wasn’t enough good in the world.
I waited till he ducked around the corner to get something while the rest of his family moved down an aisle. I tapped him on the shoulder, and before walking away, handed him the note:
“Go to the cardiologist by Thursday or you will die Friday.” I’d written his birthday, social security number also.