“I’m going to get her clothes,” I said.

“She doesn’t have a thing at my father’s house.”

“Keep your phone on speaker,” Douglas said.

“And don’t give him back that duplicate stamp.”

We went out to the parking lot under a gray sky weighed down with dark winter clouds.

Walter opened the truck door for me and waited while I pulled the shoulder belt across my chest.

“You were right about him nine years ago,” I said as he turned onto High Street.

“I just thought he was bad at budgeting.”