You chose to send it, he said.

I did.

No one forced you.

I know.

Family members do not need to know private arrangements, he said, and I asked, which family members, and he said, all of them, and the answer sat on the porch between us in the cooling air.

I picked up the folder from the entry table.

Have you told Danny I stopped helping, I asked.

And his face changed, so slightly I almost missed it, a small tightening at the corner of the eye.