“She pushed me out of a family picture in a public restaurant,” I said.

Arthur closed the watch cover with a soft metallic click.

“I don’t have access to the main bank accounts anymore,” Arthur said, keeping his eyes on the floorboards.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Eleanor moved all signing authority to her personal account last winter,” Arthur said, his voice dropping so low I had to step closer to hear him.

“I don’t see the monthly statements before she files them away.”