Two days later Evelyn called me, and the soft voice was gone.

“You’re making a terrible mistake, Audrey.

Marcus was only helping a boy who had no one else.”

“Helping a child with money stolen from your own husband’s son,” I said, “doesn’t make a man generous.

It makes him a thief.

And it makes you the woman who enjoyed the life he stole.” “He gave us that money because he loved us!” “And I was his wife, and that money was our family’s, and my son’s.

You were glad enough to spend it.” She spat that I had always known he loved her more, and I found, to my own surprise, that I could answer her honestly and without heat.