Grant came out of the back bedroom in his white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He carried a heavy blue ceramic mug of hot tea in his right hand.

“Arthur Vance accepted the investment terms,” Grant said, walking over to the sink to check the tap.

Caroline didn’t take her eyes off the drawing.

“Marcus gave you two hundred and forty dollars today,” she said.

Grant took a sip of his tea without turning around.

“We needed the cash for the state filing fee,” he said.