Diane took the packet from me and read the first page slowly.

Her lips moved at the dollar figure.

“And if I don’t sign?” she asked.

Ray set down his knife.

“Then we go back to court, the wedding gets ruined, and everybody in Oak Creek knows whose fault it was.”

The waitress came back with our plates.

Ray pulled his prime rib toward him and started cutting before she had left the room.

Diane ate two bites of her chicken and put her fork down.