“I have testified on less.”

Then she looked at me over her glasses.

“Your clinic bill is forty dollars and I have not forgotten it.”

“I’ll get it to you.”

“I know you will.

I just like saying it out loud.”

Frank came up the drive at half past five with a tin of date bars his neighbor had sent over and no explanation for it.

We laid the pages out on the living room rug in the order they happened.