“You wrote it before dinner started.”

Caroline let out a short, dry laugh and straightened her coat collar.

“You chose to break up this family, Clara, so now you can live with what comes of it,” she said.

“Is Frank helping you put these claims together?” I asked.

Caroline smirked and didn’t answer.

She pushed her wire basket into the center aisle and headed for the pharmacy counter without picking up a single thing from the shelves.

I paid forty-three dollars for my groceries at register two while the young cashier kept her eyes glued to the scanner screen and wouldn’t look at me.