On a Monday in early June, I got a text from my cousin, asking me to come to downtown Cincinnati the next day because he “really needed me to meet someone.”
I said, “Yes,” because my mom and I were hiking near the city, and we could easily drive to his downtown store to meet with him.
I thought about the possibilities of the special guest.
My cousin didn’t give me any information about the person I was going to meet. All he said was I was meeting someone, and I needed to bring a pen and a pad of paper.