He avoided looking straight at me as I sat down at the end of the table.

“Renee booked the pool service for Thursday morning,” Daniel said, straightening the cuff of his blue dress shirt.

He slid his wristwatch back and forth twice before resting his elbows on the placemat.

“The pump invoice came in,” Renee said.

She tapped her manicured index fingernail on her glass three times.

“Four hundred twelve dollars.

The trust account paid it straight off.”

Daniel froze with his fork halfway to his mouth.