“I know how it looks from where you’re standing.”

“She said the account was closed.

She sat in my kitchen and said the account was closed.”

“Ask her again at the table.”

I walked past him toward those doors with Arthur’s cuffs riding high on my wrists and the yellow envelope under my arm.

Behind me the car door opened.

I didn’t turn around to see who he was calling.

The glass doors were propped open with a rubber wedge.