“If you lose the attitude.”

Traffic at the main gate was backed up past the visitor center.

We sat idling in the heavy humidity of the South Carolina morning.

Four cars were lined up in front of us.

Glenn drummed his fingers on the dashboard, irritated by the wait.

“I’ve got a lunch meeting at noon,” he said.

“How long does this notary business take?”

“However long the legal office needs to process the transfer,” I said.