He put the catalog on the pile and did not look at me.

“Gemma is handling the room list.

You should ask her.”

“I am asking you if you saw the brochure.”

“Look, I don’t want to get in the middle of the sleeping arrangements.” He said it fast, then pressed his thumb along the envelope seam.

“You know how she gets.”

“I know how she gets,” I said.

He reached for the next envelope and kept his eyes on the paper.