They never tell you what he actually brings in.” Marcus turned his glass half a turn to the right.

“How long have you had these?”

“Since last Thursday.”

I laid my fork on the plate.

“Thursday was four days ago.”

“Your father’s funeral was Friday.” He said it calmly.

“I wasn’t about to hand you a folder at a funeral.”

The waitress came back with the pot and topped off both cups, his too, though his was full.