“She wanted to know if I had the original ticket.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her the original was in the possession of the claimant.”

I set the watering can down and wiped my hands on my jeans.

“Gary will go himself,” I said.

“He won’t trust anybody else with that ticket.

He’ll stand at the counter with his driver’s license and the wallet from his back pocket.”

Arthur looked up at me.