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Ran into his wife on the way out of the building today. She was sweeping up leaves at the curb and as I got closer she looked up at me and froze in terror. Not because of me, I swear, but her eyes got wide and she had this look like ‘why would someone be coming to talk to me?’ She was nodding at me before I ever began to talk.

“The, uhhh, super left a book for me to look at?” I asked her, smiling and shrugging.

“Yes?” she nodded and nodded again, her voice nothing more than a whisper.

“So, you know, the book, and I was thinking I could get it so I could… he left a book for me, right?”

“Yes?”

“Uhm, I can come back…”

“No,” she said like a curse and scampered off, feet shuffling away like locomotion. She left the wheeled garbage tub, broom and scooper just sitting there on the curb so I stayed in sight of them to prevent someone coming by and grabbing something. Who knows, right?

A few minutes later she returns with this… box. I started to say something about how this was a whole box not a book but stopped myself when she looked at me full of hesitation and worry. I nodded and smiled.

“Ah yes, thank you, this is perfect. I’ll just run this upstairs.”

She paled. I thought about it a second and realized she was a bit nervous to just give this box to someone and have it walk away.

“He asked me to, you know, so I’m gonna… all right?”

She nodded and handed me a piece of paper. It had a note from Super Hax0r on it, with his number and a thank you. I took it and nodded and smiled again and tried to not bolt for the door of the building.

So I dropped the box off (it’s a GPS all right, fun!) and came back downstairs. Right outside the door was Super Hax0r himself. He was like Siegfreid, or Roy. WHOOSH there he was, right after I stepped outside.

“It is good?” he wanted to know.

I nodded at him and shrugged, “It seems great, I’ll call you tomorrow about it all, all right?”

“Yes, yes is good.”

“Is,” I agreed and went on my merry way.