A homeless man held up a sign that read, “Marry me. I have only one month left to live

“It’s the only kind I’ve got extra.”

He took it. He wrapped both hands around the cup and closed his eyes for a second, just feeling the heat.

“Black’s fine,” he said. “Black’s how I take it anyway.”

That was it. That was the whole thing. I went to work. I didn’t think about it.

But the next morning, without deciding to, I ordered two.