Five fifty from sixteen forty left me a thousand and ninety. I did that one without a pencil too.
“It isn’t much,” he said again.
“It’s got a door,” I said. “I’ll take it.”
He blinked at me.
“You want to think it over? Talk to Michelle?”
“I’ve been thinking it over for three weeks. Every time I bought bird seed.”
I wrote the check right there on the hood of my Buick. I didn’t want to walk back to the store and give myself time to turn sensible.
He tried to wave off a deposit. He said he didn’t need a deposit from Dale’s wife. I wrote it for the first month anyway and told him he could take the deposit out in trust.
He worked two keys off his big ring and put them on a little ring of their own.
