“The Snake River?” I said.

“On Tuesday you told me you were working overtime on the Fairview framing job this weekend to make up for the short paycheck.”

“I’m taking four days,” he said, smoothing the flannel flat over the open mouth of the canvas bag.

“You can’t take four days,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I rubbed the skin of my left wrist again.

“Hannah threw up her medicine an hour ago, and there are no baby drops left in the bathroom cabinet.”