“What did you say to your manager?” I asked.

“I told him the buyer had cash and didn’t need a mortgage contingency,” Daniel said.

He put the glass down flat on the step next to his heel.

“The kids have their bags ready to go,” I said.

He stood up, wiping his damp palm down the side of his trousers.

“I’ll bring them back next Friday at two,” he said.

“Two o’clock sharp,” I said.