His mouth tightened into a thin, pale line.

“Evelyn,” Mark called across the yard.

“Get out here and help me explain this to Mom.”

Evelyn didn’t open the crossover door.

She rolled the driver’s window down two inches and rested her arm on the plastic frame.

“The front desk clerk just texted my phone, Mark,” Evelyn said, her voice carrying clearly across the dirt lot.

“They said if the four-thousand-eight-hundred-dollar balance isn’t paid by four thirty, they’re charging my personal debit card for the initial deposit.”

“Roll the window up, Evelyn,” Mark said.