Then tell him from me his next draft is due the fourteenth.

It’s written on our calendar back here.”

David tapped his wedding ring twice on the edge of the drawer.

“Fourteen of them,” he said.

Main Street was empty in the heat, and the bank sign read ninety-one degrees.

“Does he pay on time?” I asked.

“So far.

The referee holds the schedule, and if he misses a month, it goes back in front of the judge.”