She paid for her goggles and went out the automatic doors, and I sat there on the bench with one boot on and the other still in the box, and put both of them back on the shelf.

Helen had her glasses off, cleaning them with the cloth she kept in her drawer, when I came up to the counter at the bank.

“You look like a woman with a list,” she said.

“I want to move money Friday.

Not today.

I only came in to ask about the timing.”

“Fine by me.” She put her glasses on and looked at me.

“I saw your Lucas yesterday.