Jefferson says he’ll wait outside while I go in. He doesn’t want to interfere. So I head into the postal center by myself. Yolanda is standing behind the counter. She’s got a pile of rubber bands in front of her. She’s sorting them according to color. There’s nobody in line. It’s just me and her. When she sees me, she stiffens up. A look comes over her face that tells me this is not going to be easy. Well, I didn’t think it would be. I walk up to the counter. She says nothing. She doesn’t even look up. She just keeps sorting rubber bands. “Hi,” I say. “Was there something I could help you with, sir?” she says. “So it’s like that?” I say. “Yeah, it’s like that,” she says. “If there’s nothing you need, I’m very busy right now.” “Yolanda, there’s something else I have to tell you. I didn’t give you the whole story yesterday.” She stops sorting the rubber bands and looks up at me. “Oh, so you were lying?” “No, I wasn’t lying. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
