The bulbs over the office door were just coming on, one of them buzzing.

“I signed off on the ledger entries,” he said.

“February, then March, two years in a row.

Eighteen years of clean books, and I missed a page a child could have caught.” He got out and stood with the door open.

“I have a call to make to the state board of accountancy in the morning.

I’ve been putting it off since the spring.”

“You don’t have to do that.”