Dana asked whether I’d finished unpacking yet, but I never got the chance to answer her.

I sat at the far end of the table.

I laid the folded legal document right beside my empty paper plate.

Glenn brought the big platter of burgers over and set it down hard in the middle of the table.

He didn’t sit down.

He stood at the head of the bench and looked down the length of the table at me.

“Sarah thinks I’m running some sort of criminal racket out of the hardware store,” he said.