He puts a hook on his sevens.”

“He sure does,” I said.

She shut the ledger and held it flat between both hands.

“I needed to see it on paper,” she said.

“Now I’ve seen it.”

We stood there with the bay door halfway up and the parking lot light spilling in.

She twisted her ring around her finger once, then caught herself.

“What do you need me to do?” she asked.