“I know where the paint is,” I said.

He set the duffel bag down near the front rug and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

“The movers said they’ll have the truck loaded in ten minutes,” Mark said.

“My mother and I will be out on the back porch,” I said.

Evelyn picked up her box of silver spoons and walked past him toward the back of the house without another word.

Mark reached into his coat pocket, took out his leather wallet, and flipped through his credit cards before putting it away.