“He took the signed papers to the courthouse yesterday morning,” I said.

“Is he officially retiring now?”

“He told me he’s closing the practice on Friday.”

I picked up the metal paint key and popped the lid off the gallon of blue.

“He said his memory is getting worse,” I said.

“He wants to stop before he makes a real mistake.”

Sarah dipped a flat wooden stick into the paint and stirred it in slow, even circles.

“Look, Arthur did good work for you,” Sarah said.