“Bennett’s inside playing with his wooden blocks,” Grace said.

“He seems a lot less anxious tonight.”

I passed her the check without a word.

Grace settled her reading glasses on her nose and held the paper up to the yellow evening light.

She smoothed her linen apron over her lap with her left hand while her right thumb moved across the remitter line.

“This check came out of Frank’s company account,” Grace said.

“Lauren brought it over with groceries at ten,” I said.