“That’s fine,” I said.

“I only need to look at the fall deposits.”

She passed three stapled stacks of paper to me across the marble counter.

I sat at a little wooden desk by the front window, where the morning sun came through the blinds in bright gray bars.

I ran my finger down every entry for September, October, and November.

There were regular paychecks from my job at the farm supply store, electric bill payments, and grocery trips to the Piggly Wiggly.

There wasn’t one four-thousand-dollar deposit in any month of any year.