“It was a routine money dispute, but it gave me one huge headache.”

He picked up his silver fork, cut a small bite of pancake and dipped it neatly into the syrup pitcher.

“It’s all settled now, Clara,” he said.

“I’m so sorry I took my work stress out on you.”

“So did the auditor sign off on your bonus file?” I asked.

“He signed off yesterday at three,” David said, taking a slow sip of black coffee.

“We’re completely in the clear on that account.”