“Not a penny,” Frank said.

“We run our own three crews and buy the gravel straight from the quarry.”

I picked up the pen from the wooden tray and signed my name on the bottom line of sheet three.

“Take thirty thousand out of the operating reserve to replace the hydraulic seals on the big backhoe,” I said.

“We start pouring the footings Monday at seven.”

Frank folded the contract in half and filed it in the metal cabinet behind his chair.