“The date, though.

Nobody reads a lease and forgets the date.”

“Hale never read it to me.”

She stopped tapping.

“Then your Monday starts before Monday.”

The yellow folder from the closing table was zipped into the bottom of my overnight bag in the trunk, the deed copy and settlement statement and the rest of it.

I put my coffee in the cupholder and got in the car.

“Drive somewhere with a table,” I said.