The top floor of this building where I’m delivering a check seems to have been designed as an afterthought, like a greenhouse plopped atop a normal building.
It’s as hot as a greenhouse, too, especially today, with the sun beating down through the glass walls while I sweat, waiting for an elevator.
The woman waiting with me sees me take a drink from the water bottle hanging off my bag and remarks, “Ah, smart.”
“I grew up in a desert,” I say, “you always carry water."
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