“Just think it over.”

“I’m thinking it over.”

“It’s a fair amount, Natalie.” He wrapped both hands around his cup.

“Dennis says if I can show him fifty by the end of the month, he’ll restructure the rest of it.”

I put the page down.

“Dennis who?”

“Fraley.

Over at Piedmont First.” He said it quickly, the way you say something you never meant to let slip.