She can walk in with her license and lift it.

Tuesday, before eleven.”

“Then we take her Tuesday.”

The living room was dim by seven.

I had the board’s notice and the bank’s dispute form on the coffee table, and between them a printout of the screen my own business account had shown me at lunch.

Somebody had disputed that access too.

I couldn’t see who, and the branch was closed.

Deb had called at four to say she could cover the front desk and the books for two weeks, that she wouldn’t take a dollar for it, and that I shouldn’t argue with her in front of the staff.