We left it there.

Thursday evening, I laid out my clothes for court.

I took off my wedding band, put it beside the paper cup on the table, then slid it back on.

I did not know what I wanted to do with it yet.

I did not need to decide everything before nine the next morning.

I checked the folder instead: ledger copies, school records, bank material, the Ohio agreement, my statement, the service confirmation, and the temporary papers we were challenging.

The brass key was in my purse.