I came back for the next box, and Gary hadn’t moved.

“The lawyer said I could keep the house and the truck.

He said you agreed to that.”

“I did.” I picked up the box of books, and my back reminded me I was sixty years old.

“You paid two dollars for that ticket, Gary.

I want you to remember that every time you pull into that driveway, is all.”

His face went red and then pale.

He opened his mouth and closed it.