“We should sort these before the township paper drive on Friday,” she said, looking up as I sat down next to her.

She reached over and gently rubbed my shoulder while I reached into the second box for our joint bank statements.

“Mark said we had twenty-four thousand dollars in joint savings last fall,” I said, opening the blue vinyl binder.

“He skipped your Sunday dinner last weekend because he said he had to work overtime to build up our savings,” Evelyn said.

I turned to the May statement and ran my finger down the transaction column on the white page.