At five in the morning the coffee was strong and the plates were exact and the folder sat beside Grayson’s cup where he could not miss it. He read the first page standing up, in his robe, and by the third he had put his cup down hard enough to slop it across my counter.
Three collapsed ventures. A bankruptcy petition filed eleven weeks before he married my daughter. And underneath those, the cease and desist from my attorney and the notice to vacate by seven.