I read it twice last night, and I marked up the margins in pencil, so don’t be surprised.”

Page four was a table of gross receipts.

Two hundred fourteen thousand, eight hundred eighty for the year the second location opened.

One hundred nineteen thousand, three hundred for last year.

“That’s a forty-four percent drop,” I said.

“The dining room is packed on a Tuesday.

I’ve eaten there on a Tuesday.”

“Public filings tell you what a man reports.