That window closed two weeks ago.”

On the sidewalk outside, David stopped under the awning and tapped his wedding ring against the edge of the window frame.

“Twelve hundred dollars,” he said.

“He took twelve hundred dollars out of her stocks, and I sat at his table at Easter and passed him the potatoes.”

I let him have that.

Martha folded the confirmation slip once and held it on her knee the whole way home.

She didn’t put it in her purse.