“Zero dollars owed by anyone,” I said.

Noah looked at the purple numbers on the white paper, then up at the red coffee can on the top shelf.

“Is Dale going to be at Town Hall on Saturday?” Noah asked.

I pressed the edge of the district receipt flat against the Formica table.

“Dale’s going to be there at eight in the morning with twelve buckets,” I said.

Lily kicked her feet against the chair leg and reached for her glass of milk.