“There’s three thousand dollars sitting in the secondary account,” Nathaniel said, running his thumb down the balance column.

Brenda leaned over his shoulder, her dark winter coat still buttoned up to her chin.

“She set that aside for emergency worker assistance back in ’98,” Brenda said.

“She set it up when the frame crew lost their tools in the barn fire,” Nathaniel said.

“She said a craftsman without tools was a family without dinner.”

He picked up the blue foundation checkbook and laid it flat on the desk blotter.

“Caroline built this fund for the moments when the official rules failed good people,” Brenda said softly.