“A clerk mistyped two names in alphabetical order and marked them both.” Arthur folded the sheet along a crease he had already made.

“At seven this morning I emailed our receipts back.

Nobody answered.

At eight I called, and a woman told me our region’s paperwork was in order and I ought to check the roster again.”

“What woman?”

“I didn’t get a name.

She talked like she was reading off a card.

I wrote the time on the back of the gas receipt.