"What?"
"Standard operating procedure."
"What if the horse shows up after he collects?"
"Then the company has the right to take title and possession of the animal." She glanced at her watch. "Anything else?"
"I don't think so."
"If I hear you're going around collecting on insurance claims," she said with a grin, "I'll wring your neck."
I chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."
"Don't 'ma'am' me, boy. Makes a girl feel old." She wiped her mouth with a napkin, tossed it on the table, and stood up. "I'm late. Thanks for lunch."
I stood also and thought that I'd gotten the prim part wrong. "Thanks for the education." I hesitated. "Any chance I could get a look at my friend's paperwork?"
She tilted her head. "I'll think about it."
We shook hands, and I watched her walk out of the cafe.