Your bills.

I closed my eyes for a second on the porch step.

Did he say anything about me being selfish, I asked, and Danny was quiet again, and then he said, yes, and I asked, did you believe him, and he said, I did, and the plainness of it, the lack of any argument in it, was somehow worse than if he had tried to defend himself.

My brother had been handed a version of me, and he had taken it, because it had come from our father and because he had no reason on earth to drive across town and check it against my bank records, and why would he, who checks their sibling’s bank records, you are supposed to be able to believe what your father tells you about your own family.