Daniel slid his gold wristwatch up and down his wrist as I stacked up the salad bowls.

“Mom, where’d you put the envelope with the Buick title in it?”

“It’s in the top drawer of the desk out in the casita,” I said.

“Right beside the spare checkbook.”

“I need to bring that envelope into the house,” Daniel said, leaning both forearms on the table.

He picked up his fork and tapped it on the edge of his plate.

“We just need to make sure all your legal papers are consolidated in the house safe, Mom.”