The motion asked for an immediate foreclosure on the assets of Harry’s corporate shipping yard in Harrisburg to recover the unpaid debt.

“Look at the exact amount on line four,” Nora said, tapping a neatly trimmed fingernail on the middle of the page.

I read the number aloud.

It came to two hundred thousand dollars in overdue principal plus piled-up legal penalties.

The cure deadline, printed in bold red next to the judge’s signature, was five o’clock in the afternoon on September fifth.

“That’s three days from now,” I said.