No rush.” He drank standing up.

“The application’s still sitting with compliance anyway.

Nothing’s final till they clear it.”

I looked at the check, then at the receipt.

“What application?” I asked.

He was already at the back door, and he lifted one hand without turning around.

At four, David came in from the garage smelling of mower gas and found both papers side by side on our kitchen table.

“Brandon stopped by your mother’s,” I said.