“I got the audit notice today.”

He nodded, and he looked at the paper I held out, and he didn’t take it.

“Mr.

Baldwin requested administrator status on the account.

Yesterday morning.

The paperwork is moving through our trust department now.”

Yesterday morning.

I had talked to my father on Sunday, and he had told me he was sorting through Lucas’s tools in the garage, that it helped him to keep busy, that I should rest.