A pop-up window filled the screen, asking whether I was sure I wanted to permanently revoke the recurring transfer to Margaret Miller.

I clicked the little square box labeled Confirm Cancellation.

The screen blinked twice, then reloaded.

The line disappeared from the active list and dropped into a gray history box at the bottom of the screen labeled Cancelled Transfers.

“It’s canceled,” I said.

“She’s going to call the minute she looks at her phone,” Evan said.

“Then let her call,” I said.

At eleven thirty, I was in the living room folding a load of bath towels out of the laundry basket.