David came out with two glasses of sweet tea, and the screen door banged behind him.

“That door,” I said.

“That door has banged since before I could walk.” He handed me a glass.

“Carl called this afternoon.

The title came back clean.

The auxiliary lot is filed exactly the way my father filed it in eighty-one.”

“Good.”

“Brandon called his office twice today for copies of the payment receipts.”