“Unlock it,” he said, his voice rising just enough to make the little speaker buzz.

“I’ll transfer money to cover it the minute we get back Sunday night.

I’m good for it, and you know that.”

“You spent eighteen thousand seven hundred thirty-one dollars on secondary cards over eleven months,” I said.

“We can go over spreadsheets when I get home,” he said quickly.

“Right now, Mom is waiting for her room key.

I took her and Evelyn to that fancy buffet down the road to kick off her birthday, and I even picked out a box of hand-dipped chocolates for you at the resort gift shop.”

“I don’t want chocolates,” I said.