Gable slid the yellow slip across the oak counter and lowered her voice so the man behind me could not hear it.

“It’s from a law firm in Denver, Roland.”

I signed the pink card and took the envelope out to the truck.

It was thick.

The documents inside were bound with a green plastic comb spine and ran to twenty-two pages, which for a custody surrender is about eighteen pages more than necessary.

Pages one through nine are the surrender and the guardianship.

Jolene relinquishes.