“It’s a good question,” I said.

The screen saver brightened and dimmed, brightened and dimmed, and its light sat on my face while I thought about the answer.

I sat in the dark office until the green faded off my hands, then went upstairs and lay on the bed with my shoes on.

At seven I came down.

Gemma was at the counter with a mug in both hands and the legal pad face down beside the toaster.

“We need to do a trial pack of the vehicles today,” she said.