The Power of Three
Feeling pleasantly full, Kirk waited by the entrance to Mama's Table while Adam finalized things with Kundis. He took a long time. Kirk was becoming impatient by the time his son joined him, bearing a large buff envelope.
"What's that?" Kirk asked, eyeing the envelope.
"That idiot's resignation letter. Or rather resignation speech. See for yourself. I can drive."
Adam handed Kirk the envelope, and they both got into their car. Once they were under way, Kirk opened the envelope.
It contained half a dozen sheets of paper filled with handwriting that would have plunged a teacher into instant depression. Ill-shaped, oversized letters tumbled over one another, maybe because each scraggly line was a slope slanting down across the page. Like many other people, Kundis found writing by hand a difficult task.
Kirk estimated the text would have filled at most two typewritten pages. He could handle two pages. He gritted his teeth, and began to read.