Gary came in at ten with the checkbook and sat down in the recliner.

“The first day was six hundred and forty dollars,” he said.

“The second day was nine hundred and ten.”

I turned a page.

“Are you listening to me, Patty?”

“I hear you.”

“Somebody has to do the arithmetic.” He licked his thumb and turned the register pages.

“The insurance girl says the rehab floor isn’t covered.