“What does your husband’s son do when he’s about to spend money?”

I adjusted my watch band.

“Usually he asks me first.”

“Hm.” Helen wrote something on a slip and pushed it across the counter.

“That’s the resort’s billing desk, main number.

They’ll give you every charge on a booking and a full folio at checkout.

Twenty-four hours a day, and nobody there cares who calls.”

“I’ve already seen the charges.”