She can’t tell anyone she’s the mother.”

“Of course it is.” She picked up the coffee I had poured her and put it down without drinking.

“Eleven dollars at the place by work for one of these, and it still tastes like a hot sidewalk.”

I lined up the edge of the envelope with the tile.

“His father’s firm drafted it.

Bennett and Lowe, right there in the corner.”

Diana looked at the letterhead a second time, and her jaw moved.