“September ninth.

Six weeks.

They want the June and July treatment logs and nothing else.”

“Six weeks is fine.”

“Six weeks is tight if you still want the Sherman Street lease signed before October.”

I read the rest of the page standing up.

Two paragraphs and a signature, and the signature was a real name in blue ink, which surprised me.

Then Deb said, “The inspector who came in June asked me if you’d ever been licensed in another state.