She turned the mug a quarter turn, then turned it back.

“That’s a real offer,” she said.

“It sure is.”

“And he made it sound like a kindness.”

“Everything Spencer does sounds like a kindness.”

Helen tapped her fingernail against the mug once.

“Honey, if he’s got fifty thousand dollars to hand out, why’d he ask me for a cigarette outside the courthouse last month?

I don’t even smoke.”