I let that sit.

It was true, and it had never once occurred to me.

“There’s something you don’t know,” I said.

“About Mom.”

And I told my sister about Cadence Hill, and Lorraine, and the thirty-one years, and Doreen saying *she came the Sunday after her own gallbladder,* and the eight hundred thousand dollars, and the good shampoo.

Chelsea listened to all of it without moving.