He stamped a red box at the bottom of the agreement, uncapped a fountain pen, and slid the paper across the desk to me.

I took the pen from his hand, laid the paper on the desk, and signed my name on the bottom line without looking at the remaining balance column.

“File it today,” I said.

Vance slid the signed agreement into the blue folder and shut the drawer with a firm click.

I drove back to St.

Jude Hospital, past the high school, where the afternoon buses were already lining up along the curb.

Dr.