Garrett leaned forward in his seat.

“I can bring the indemnity forms by your office Monday morning, Arthur.

Dad will be resting.”

“I’m standing right here, Arthur,” I said.

I gripped the edge of the booth table, took a deep breath, and tried to push myself up to shake his hand.

My knees turned to wet sand under me.

My hip hit the corner of the table, my shoulder pitched forward, and my right forearm knocked the tall water glass off the tablecloth.

The glass hit the hardwood and broke into five pieces, splashing cold water over Frank’s leather shoes and the hem of Arthur’s coat.