“A drowning man asks for it today.”

I waited for him to go on.

“Go see your husband this afternoon,” he said.

“Listen for which kind he is.”

Gordon had the club’s membership agreement on his desk by one thirty, still sealed in the courier envelope.

He read the clause out loud with his reading glasses low on his nose.

“Section nine, paragraph four.

Guest charges billed to a corporate membership require written authorization from a listed corporate officer.”