I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me

“Six o’clock this morning,” I said.

“I was in my robe.”

“I know.

I saw the whole thing from my porch.” She drank her tea.

“Six o’clock, and nobody knocked.”

Under the sink, the wastebasket lid sat ajar, and a corner of yellow legal pad had ridden up over the rim.

Blue lines.

A name crossed out twice.