I put the framed bakery photo next to it.

The phone sat silent.

My brown leather briefcase went on the floor beside the desk.

The Delaware certificate stayed in the inside pocket.

The notary log sheet stayed in the second pocket.

I didn’t need either of them hanging on the wall.

A retired sergeant had called on Friday about a loan with a balloon payment.

I wrote his name at the top of a fresh legal pad and underlined the date.