“I’ve always handled the details,” I said.

“And you ran yourself into the ground doing it,” she said.

She turned the page with her polished thumb.

“That was before I took over the scheduling and the office files.”

The next page had three smaller photos from the winter trade show in Knoxville.

We were standing in front of a new cab unit, both bundled in heavy black coats against the wind.

“We make such a good team, Garrett,” she said.