“They’ll fix it,” Martha said, already walking toward the car.

“Banks fix things.”

Rachel put on her reading glasses and took my phone off the diner table.

She zoomed in on the photograph with two fingers, then turned the phone sideways and held it up to the window light.

“That is not her s.”

“What do you mean, not her s?”

“Mother’s handwriting has always been straight and sharp, not slanted like this.” She tapped the screen.

“Look at the n.