“You don’t ever have to say anything,” he says. “Always remember that as a thing you need never do. Many’s the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing.”

Beautifully written, effortless, and heartwarming. How I cared for these characters so much, in so few pages. I love a good novella. It’s like smelling coffee grounds in between the complex notes of luxury perfumes in a shop. A cleansing breath to clear the palette, to wipe the slate. These coffee grounds were rich, so rich.