As the day drug through and when I felt as if my brain could no longer handle the monotony, the candles finished setting and were ready to be cut apart and trimmed for sale. I gathered the delivery list from the hand-sketched notations of my father and set to harvest the typewriter from a cabinet under the display room counter across the hall.
My father never accepted anything more than his hands, but I loved the tactile sensation and the soft click-click-click the typewriter made as I transcribed. I took a fresh piece of paper out from another cabinet -- this one with a shelf for it -- and loaded it through the platen, weaving it through the bail and aligning it so it was centered. I used the platen knob to advance the paper and then began typing. I was careful not to make any mistakes, even though it was just me doing the deliveries. I was practicing both speed and efficiency. After each line I used the carriage return lever to advance the document on the platen. It only seemed as th