He tore off the carbon from his clipboard and handed it to me.

“The fine schedule’s at the bottom.”

Two hundred fifty dollars a day, beginning on the first of the month.

He walked to his car and backed out without another look at me.

I stood on my own front lawn holding the yellow paper in one hand and the deposit slip in the other.

Evelyn came down her steps carrying Lily on her hip, and Lily had the silver rattle clutched in her fist.

“Lily wanted to give this to you herself,” Evelyn said.