“We went out for breakfast every morning.”

“I was trying to keep up a routine,” he said.

He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a long white business envelope.

“This arrived from the bank yesterday morning.”

He held it out to me.

I did not take it, so he placed it on the roof of the car next to the radio antenna.

“What is that?” I asked.

“It’s fourteen thousand dollars,” Greg said.