“Can we make chicken soup when we get home?” he asked.

“We can make whatever you want,” I said.

Samuel Reed came down the steps behind us, polishing his thin wire-frame glasses with a soft cloth.

“The bank will have the formal trust restoration papers signed in six weeks, Mrs.

Vance,” Samuel said.

“Every dollar will be back in Leo’s account before your baby arrives.”

“Thank you, Mr.

Reed,” I said.