“Read these tonight,” Claire said.

“Sign the last page in blue ink.

Tomorrow morning you’re going to strip him of his right to make medical decisions for your daughter.”

I put the legal packet in my tote bag.

Claire reached into her purse and passed me a twenty-dollar bill across the table.

“Buy her some dinner,” Claire said.

“Hang on to your receipts.”

At ten past three, I parked beside the brick retaining wall at the high school.