“Look at her footwork,” he said.

“She needs to keep her ankle stiff when she passes, or she’ll keep giving up possession.”

“Gary is looking into the filing on Monday,” I said.

Max chuckled, a soft sound through his nose.

“Gary will gladly bill you three hundred dollars an hour to reread the final decree you already signed.”

He turned his sunglasses toward me then, the black lenses reflecting the overcast gray sky.

“You never could follow the financial schedules during the court dates,” he said.