This is part 2 of a story that began yesterday - please read part 1 first here.
I sat at my desk, surrounded by tokens of appreciation, and watched him walk, head down, to my desk.
"What's up Max?" I asked but got no reply.
Max reached down into his pocket, pulled out a balled up tissue and placed it on my desk, then he did something he rarely ever did, Max looked me straight in the eye.
"Happy Birthday" he said, then Max turned and walked away.
I was not prepared for that ball of tissue, not in the least.
to be continued tomorrow...