“I didn’t type a single word of it.”

“Thanks for taking the key,” I said.

Frank rolled his window back up without answering.

By two o’clock that afternoon, I was sitting in our little home office at the back of the house.

Evan came in carrying a cup of tea and stood next to my desk chair.

“Caroline called my phone twenty minutes ago,” Evan said.

“I didn’t pick up.”

“She and Mom wrote up a complaint,” I said.