Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

right away. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his glasses again, and began to clean them once more, his thick fingers moving slower this time.

“That is not a clerical error,” Arthur said.

I closed the ledger and aligned its edges with the green blotter. “We need the official copies from the utility companies to prove the actual totals.”

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