“The market truck from Des Moines gets here at six sharp.”

Mark stepped two inches closer to me, lowering his voice so Carl’s tractor idling near the silo almost drowned him out.

“If the hotel processes that card rejection as a failed payment, they’ll file a formal commercial notice,” Mark said.

“It’ll affect my credit standing with the school board.”

“It’s my credit standing,” I said.

“It’s been my primary account for eleven years.”

“We’re married, Nora,” he said.