“I tell my wife I’m retiring in June, and for once I mean it.”

“And what if I need a lawyer in June?”

“What you need is an accountant and a better lock on the back gate.

Call me at Christmas.”

Toby fell asleep on my shoulder with his mouth hanging open, which he only does when he’s completely out.

I put the blue folder in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, behind the blue box where I keep the grocery receipts, and nudged the drawer shut with my knee.

The box was almost full again.