“Show me the invoice,” Monica said, putting her glasses back on.

I unlocked my phone and slid the digital utility notice across the table.

“The Portland electric utility sent the automated billing alert forty minutes ago.”

“Six hundred and twelve dollars and forty cents,” Monica said, pointing her index finger at the bold red total on the screen.

“How does a three-room cabin burn through six hundred dollars of power in twenty-one days?”

“My father installed four high-capacity electric heaters in the crawl space under the floor last November,” I said.