“I set it up the way my tax man told me to,” I said.

Daniel took a slow sip and glanced over the rim of his glass at his wife.

“We just want your money working for you, Mom.

The market’s moving quickly right now.”

“I’ve got everything I need,” I said.

“Of course you do,” Daniel said, reaching over to pat my knuckles.

“We just hate to see you worrying about monthly bills.”

He hadn’t patted my hand that way since his father’s death.