One count.

I lined up the new ledger with the corner of my desk, twelve dollars’ worth of clean paper with nothing written in it yet, and told her to pull the payroll file.

Two more calls came in before nine, and neither one had anything to do with the club.

“Who were they?” I asked.

“Hackett’s Nursery wants the year-end done early.” Ruth flipped through her pad.

“And the diner wants to know if we’re keeping the Tuesday coffee order.”