Then he walked to his truck and sat inside with the engine off.

Martha sat back down in the red chair and smoothed her apron until the linen lay flat.

“I don’t like that envelope in the closet,” she said.

David put his hand on her shoulder.

“Then we’ll open it together.”

Rachel folded her napkin again.

“And I’ll find out where twelve hundred dollars went.”

I laid the damp towel on the arm of the red chair and went to get my ledger from my bag.