“Everybody’s got a problem.”

He pushed a complaint form across the counter.

“Start with this.

But bring me that paper.”

I filled in the top line and stopped when I got to the date.

The kitchen was dark when I got home, and the green ledger was lying on the table where I’d left it.

I set my keys down next to it and pulled the shoebox out of the bottom drawer.

Inside were Arvid’s old savings bonds, the paper worn soft at the corners.