The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
“Have a seat, Rebecca,” Arthur said.
“Mr.
Vance, you take the far end.”
Vance dropped his folder with a thud.
“My client is doing you a courtesy.
We expect the funds released the moment the waiver is signed.”
The outer chime rang again, followed by the slow squeak of damp rubber soles coming down the hallway.
Dr.