“Not angry,” Sophie said.

“He sounded like he was reciting something he’d spent all night practicing.

He kept telling me that whatever happens with the house, my tuition for the whole senior year is already taken care of.”

I pulled a yellow highlighter out of the top desk drawer and marked our reported dividend income from the year before.

“Did he mention the bank accounts?” I asked.

“He didn’t talk about bank accounts at all,” Sophie said.