She stood at a side table, reading from a ledger and making notes in her little book. She did not notice them in the doorway, or if she did, she chose to ignore them. She said to Harold, “You have to pay the power company everything you owe them.” Harold was seated behind his desk in an old-fashioned wooden office chair. He had swiveled around so he was facing in the opposite direction. He had a Bible open and supported by one hand, so it was up close to his face. “God has always provided.” “I will ask Enrique for help.” “The mayor has bigger fish to fry.” Slowly, deliberately, Harold turned a page. Simon had the impression they spent many hours like this. Sofia prodding, Harold doing his best to deflect. “Like running for governor of Chihuahua.” “You are speaking at his Ojinaga fund-raiser. He is indebted to you.” She glanced at the old man. “You can’t run an orphanage without power.”
