I wrote down my mother’s exact words about the winter cabin electric account and my Social Security number.

I noted the sixty-two-thousand-dollar sticker price on Chelsea’s car, the velvet box, and the two dollar bills inside the plastic bank.

When I was done writing, I capped the pen and put it back in my bag.

My leather travel folder was in my suitcase in the guest bedroom down the hall.

I needed to make sure the original paid Oregon title for the Toyota was still tucked safely inside the zipper pocket.

I looked down at the blue plastic piggy bank sitting on the white bathroom counter.