“You told us she was going completely under,” Arthur said.

His voice was completely flat.

“You sat right here and said the bank was taking her tractors.”

“We were just so worried about her,” Ranata said.

Her tone was still high and sweet, but she was talking much too fast.

“We wanted to make sure she was protected from her own financial mistakes.”

I pulled the brown folder closer to my side of the table and opened the left flap wide.

“I have my own paid receipts right here,” I said.