“No,” I said.

The phone stopped ringing, the screen cleared, and it immediately began vibrating a third time.

I walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up the canvas work bag sitting next to the corn harvest tally sheet, and opened the main zipper.

I put the bank’s audit printout in the side folder, right next to the corn harvest tally sheet, and zipped the bag shut.

The phone on the kitchen counter rang at seven minutes past eight in the morning.