Look at the Dates

Yes, I said.

And if they refuse.

I looked at the three pages spread across the table, the transfers and the statement and the thirty-nine dollar receipt sitting together at last.

Then I stop asking for an explanation, I said, and I start keeping the record.

I slid the bank pages into a clear plastic sleeve.

He watched me do it, and he said, keep the credit card statement too, and I said I would, and I did.

It did not feel like the beginning of a fight.