I folded it around the lenses of Evelyn’s reading glasses.

I rubbed the glass in slow circles.

“The two-thousand-dollar monthly draw ought to clear today,” I said.

“It covers the trust deposits.”

“It’s been canceled,” Arthur said.

He tapped a key on his keyboard.

The machine behind him started dragging a blank sheet of paper through its rollers.

The dot-matrix printer rattled back and forth.