I didn’t know anything about his company.
I just listened.
Before he left, I told him something my mother used to say:
“Don’t make a permanent decision on the worst night of your life.”
“Go home.”
“Sleep.”
“Tomorrow can still surprise you.”
I had forgotten about it.
Mr. Harrison hadn’t.
“You stayed after your shift ended,” he said.
“You called my wife because I was too embarrassed to call her myself.”
Now I remembered.
His wife had arrived later.
They had hugged beside the door.
That was all.
At least, that was all I thought.
Mr. Harrison looked at the people sitting with him.
“That woman kept me from walking away from my family and my company on the same night.”
My eyes filled with tears.
Then he smiled.
