“That job pays four dollars an hour less than you made here,” Dale said.

“It comes with health insurance for Noah and Lily, though,” I said.

Dale stared at the key ring lying on the counter.

“You spent six years building this office up,” Dale said.

“You’ll find somebody else who can keep the books,” I said.

“No one else knows which oil filters fit the 1998 farm tractors,” Dale said.

I picked my handbag up off the counter chair.

“The chart’s taped inside the front cover of the blue ledger,” I said.