You sign it, and you don’t talk about how you left.

Not to the bank, not to the school, not to anyone.”

“Four hundred dollars for nine hundred fifteen dollars of my own wages.”

“You get it in cash tonight, and you quit hauling buckets.”

I read down the page.

The clause ran three lines and covered everything from the shop towels to the customers in the waiting room.

“You called the labor board about your pay stubs,” Dale said.

“Word travels around a shop.”