I handed them over without asking about the silver stamp.

“Is thirty-four inches the standard depth for a crib rail?” I asked.

“Thirty-three and a half,” he said, hooking the tape back onto his leather belt.

“My mother checked the state building codes this morning.”

He stood up, brushed the dust off his knees, and left his tape measure sitting on top of the crib rail.

I met Chloe Park in the lobby of Oak Creek Community Bank at half past one.

Chloe wore a tailored charcoal jacket and carried a thick accordion file under her arm while we waited by the customer service desk for the bank notary.