He pushed both hands deep into his back pockets and leaned his shoulder on the heavy wooden frame of the band saw.

“I looked at my student account online this morning,” Mark said.

“Your tuition’s paid through December,” I said, putting down a brass wood scraper.

“I can drop my four afternoon classes before five o’clock,” he said.

“The registrar says I’d get eighty percent of the semester fee back.”

“You’re not dropping a single class.”

“A land dispute lawyer’s retainer in county court starts at three thousand dollars, Dad,” Mark said.

“I’ve got money in the shop account.”