“Okay.”
Clarence closed the file and tapped it on the desk. “Do you want to check back in a day or two and I can let you know what I’ve come up with? Do you need any help at the house? I have a very large friend who is as trustworthy as God, who could help.”
“Trustworthy as God?”
Clarence grinned. “Yes. As God. His name is Michael.” He hesitated. “But, somedays, he seems … to be busy, so we can’t find him.”
Odd. “Well, I guess I’m going to need the help if he isn’t too expensive. And what does this cost?” She waved her hand over the file.
“Nothing.”
She started to open her mouth but closed it. She shook her head. “Grandpa always said if it’s free there’s something wrong with it. Or something like that.”
“I know. There’s a saying like that.” He leaned his elbows on his knees. “I’m ju
