That’s not what I asked.

He leaned back.

Your mother and I have expenses.

I know.

We don’t spend it foolishly.

I didn’t say you did.

And as he reached for another coupon a receipt slid out from under the stack and landed by his hand, eighty-six dollars, two dinners and takeout, and I picked it up before it reached the floor and he held out his hand and said, give me that, and tucked it back under the coupons.

You don’t need to inspect every receipt, he said.