“Because yesterday he took my spare set off the hook in the hall,” I said.

“He’s cutting off your ability to get around, Clara,” Sarah said.

She pointed her index finger at the flour jar.

“You need to call a lawyer today.”

“I’m checking the mail records first,” I said.

“He isn’t leaving any mail around for you to check,” Sarah said.

She picked up her purse and pulled her sweater coat tight around her shoulders.

“Look in your shoes before dinner.”