“Of course you would.” Arthur smiled without moving much above the mouth.

“Take it home tonight, bring it back Friday.

The tabs are only acknowledgments.

You are acknowledging that you understand what you are acknowledging.”

I turned to the second page.

A paragraph about a home study, a social worker’s visit scheduled for the first week of May, a line for a signature I didn’t recognize.

“Who signs there?”

“Nobody, yet.” Arthur’s finger came down on the paper, flat and warm.