They keep a whole folder.”

“They don’t pull anything.

You write it down, and they scan it.” I held the sheet up between us, flat, with the signature at the bottom.

“That phone number was disconnected four years ago, Charles, and you know it.”

His voice went up a notch.

“I was in a parking lot at one in the morning.

I wrote down what I could remember.”

“You remembered the number we had when we were married, and you couldn’t remember the one I’ve had since.”