“No,” I told him quietly.

“The work truck was turned over to the court receiver three weeks ago, and the blue car outside belongs to us now.”

“He took his dark red toolboxes,” Leo said, wrapping the green yarn around his index fingers.

“I saw him put them in his uncle’s horse trailer on Tuesday.”

“I told him he could keep his personal hand tools,” I said.

“A carpenter needs his chisels, squares, and handsaws if he’s going to do honest work.”