“Corporate filing codes look very complicated if you’re not used to commercial accounting,” Evelyn said, drawing the sheet back and slipping it into her portfolio with a quick, clean motion.

She picked up her dark pen and signed the corner of a summary sheet before looking at Daniel.

“Everything is completely standard for the November first filing date.”

“Thank you for coming by on such short notice, Evelyn,” Daniel said, guiding her toward the front foyer with a hand resting lightly near her elbow.

“It was no trouble at all,” Evelyn said, her voice carrying back into the room as the heavy front door opened and shut.

Chloe came over for dinner the following evening at half past six, carrying a cardboard bakery box tied with silver string.