“Just to see what fits.”

“Fits,” I said.

“Mm.” She turned the pad over with one finger and slid it under the fruit bowl.

“What’s on the pad?” I asked.

“Groceries.” She put her hand flat on the bowl.

“We’re out of everything.”

We were not out of everything.

There were four juice boxes in the door of the refrigerator, the organic ones, and I had not bought them.