“The fuel came to sixteen dollars.”

“Keep it on the company tab,” I said.

“I’ll sign off on the whole ticket when we take the work trucks out on Monday.”

Robert nodded and climbed into the driver’s seat of his flatbed.

He put the truck in reverse and backed slowly down the red brick driveway into the quiet street.

The heavy white freezer stayed locked in place under the blue nylon straps as the truck turned south toward Thomas Road.

I stood at the edge of the asphalt until the taillights disappeared past the row of tall oleanders at the corner.