A woman’s voice came through the phone, thin and rushed.

Julian held up one finger to me and walked toward the window.

I left through the kitchen.

A pan sat in the sink full of cold water with a film of grease on top.

Behind me, Julian’s phone made the little click of a screen locking.

Out in the driveway Richard was blocking my car door with his body.

He set a box of brass hinges on the hood.

“You’re embarrassing this family,” he said.