I was relieved to have made at least one decision nobody needed to correct.

By the time I reached home, Brenda was waiting in the hallway.

She had gone to Greg’s shop and learned that his distributors hadn’t been paid for months.

“I wanted to talk to him,” she said.

“He wasn’t there.”

I unlocked my door.

“Come in.”

In the kitchen, I set the blue folder on the table and told her what it contained.