“That office shut down its drop window,” Daniel said, sliding his watch again.

“It has to go through a broker account these days.”

He got up from his chair before I could put down the stack of salad plates.

“I’ll go get it while you finish up the dishes,” he said.

He went out the back door toward the casita patio.

Renee picked up the salad server, dropped it in the sink, and ran the hot water.

“He just wants the papers in order, Margaret.