Dick glanced at the envelope. She'd never sent it back to him, although it was possible that she simply hadn't wanted to do so immediately. Maybe she wanted to do it personally. He could understand that. Dick's mind had worked out a dozen reasons already why she had the envelope with her, but he focused on the most likely explanation that was least likely to disappoint him if he was wrong.
Dick picked up a few papers from around the couch, mostly hard copy updates of various dossiers from his files; life as a bachelor (so to speak) had him defaulting to old habits, and left to his own devices without anyone else to impress he had a tendency to use the "any available horizontal surface" filing system.
He sat down and waited for Carrie to speak. He'd already said everything he needed to say in the letter.