"Nothing." He stood there a moment. "That warning I gave you. In September."
"What about it."
"There's a part on the back about asking for an exception. For things like medical appointments. Work. Family. You can write to the City Attorney." He paused. "I should have told you. I'm telling you now. I don't know if it does any good. But it's there."
Lavonne looked at him for a long time.
"I tore that up," she said. "I gave it back to you in pieces. Remember?"
"I remember."
"You threw it in that trash can right there."
"I know."
She went back to her book. He thought that was the end of it, and he had started to turn away when she said, without looking up, "My sister's in Dayton. She's got a kid with a heart thing. I haven't seen her since the spring." A page turned. "Where do you send it. The exception."
"I'll find out," said Lloyd. "I'll bring you a copy. I'll read it to you, if you want."
"I can read," said Lavonne.