Forty-One

As far as apologetic letters go, I think this is the worst one in all of history. Miles isn't very good with words and it's adorable, but it's the effort that counts. There are spots where he wasn't sure if the word he was using was the right one and he erased it so hard he almost ripped through the page. He's better with numbers. 

"What is that?" Leelie asks as I fold the pages of his apology small enough to fit in my wallet. "You're rocking a crappy velcro wallet? You're ridiculous," 

"What? It holds my money and my cards. What do I need a fancy one for?" 

"Whatever the fuck it is you just put in it," she rolls her eyes. "It can be more than just useful, Dagmar," she slips her wallet out of her back pocket. It's a pretty turquoise color. She opens it to show me her license, money, cards, and pictures from when we were younger. She has all of us in there. "Cute, right?" 

"Yeah," I smile because I had no idea she could be so sentimenta