Paige reached across the wide table and placed both hands over the heavy brass drafting lamp mounted to the edge of the desk.

“You can’t sell this lamp.

You drew your very first restaurant layouts under this light.”

“The hospital deposit is three thousand dollars, Paige,” Caroline said, placing the cashier’s vouchers on the wooden desk board.

“The silver sale came to eleven hundred dollars.”

Paige pulled two hundred dollars in cash from her own canvas purse and pressed the bills against the base of the lamp.

“I’m buying the drafting lamp from you right now.