A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway

“Just seeing if she came by the office that week,” I said.

“My lawyers might have missed some paperwork.”

Dale cleared his throat again.

“I’ll have to dig through the boxes.”

“Get it done,” I told him.

I tapped my signet ring on the metal door frame.

The sound rang in the little office.

“How’s the old sedan running?” I asked, nodding at his car parked by the chain-link fence.