“No.” I stood up.

“You’ve lost enough money on me.”

He didn’t argue with me.

He went to the kitchen and came back with a sandwich on a plate, cut in two, and set it in front of me without a word about it, and I ate the whole thing.

The courthouse closed at four thirty.

The bank opened at nine.

I had until then to find the filing fee myself.

Frank had the ice machine half apart on his counter when I came through the lobby, a screwdriver clamped in his teeth.