She held out the envelope. It said Claire on the front, in her handwriting, and nothing else.
"I don't know her address," she said. "I don't want to know it unless she wants me to. My phone number's inside. And my email. And my real name. Everything."
Calvin took the envelope and turned it over once in his hands. He did not open it.
"I'll call her tonight," he said. "I'll tell her I have something for her. I won't tell her what's in it. She can come get it or not."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." He set the envelope on the desk and put the brass lamp on top of it, like a paperweight. "She might not come. Or she might come and tear it up in front of me. She's Ruth's daughter, and Ruth had a temper, when she needed one. You ought to be ready for that."