Daniel gestured toward the dining table.
“Can we sit?”
We did.
For years, I had served meals at that table.
Birthdays.
Thanksgiving.
Tuesday spaghetti.
Sunday pancakes.
Now a folder sat between us.
Daniel had brought his copy.
I had brought mine.
He looked at the pages.
“So Peter had them.”
“Yes.”
“You called him.”
“Yes.”
Daniel nodded.
“I found our copy after we got back.”
Rebecca folded her hands.
“I had forgotten the addendum.”
“So had I,” I said.
Her eyes lifted.
That seemed to surprise her.
“You did?”
“I remembered the loan. I didn’t remember it became due when I moved out.”
Daniel leaned back.
“This creates a problem.”
“I understand.”
“Eighty-five thousand dollars is not something we can produce next week.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
