You don’t have enough cash in your accounts to satisfy the court.”

“Listen here, Carl,” I said.

“Tell me what else I can use.”

Carl folded his hands over his legal pad.

“You can pledge the deed to the market building.

If the judge denies our petition, the court will seize the commercial property to cover the bond.”

I looked out the second-story window.

My grandfather had built the corner market with his own hands in the nineteen-forties.