He pushed a glass toward me, then stopped with his hand laid flat over its stem.

“Oh, by the way, Mom, did the title company ever finish wiring your final proceeds from selling the Tucson house?”

“The bank handled the paperwork,” I said.

He slid his wristwatch back and forth on his arm twice.

“Which bank did you pick for the main deposit?”

“The main branch downtown,” I said.

Renee tapped her manicured index fingernail on her glass twice.

“Is it a joint account with Daniel, or did you leave it at your old credit union?”