He tapped the glass twice and set the tablet on the cushion beside him.

“You’ve been so confused lately, Margaret, and people on the phone take advantage of older women.”

“I am sixty-four years old, Daniel, not a child.”

“Then stop acting like one,” he said softly.

He stood up and walked toward the kitchen, his leather shoes silent on the rug.

I waited until the kitchen faucet started running before I stepped into the study off the hallway.

I opened the bottom drawer of the oak desk and moved a stack of old instruction manuals out of the way.