He looked up at me, squinting against the bright yellow glare coming off the water.

“Are you moving back to your old street in Tucson?”

“No,” I said.

“I’m staying put right here.”

“Dad told Mom you don’t have enough money left to buy another house,” Caleb said.

“Your dad doesn’t know everything about my bank,” I said.

Caleb reached into his bucket and lifted a little lizard out by its tail, letting it squirm off into the dry grass behind the pool pump.

“He told her you were going to live at the place with the yellow shuttle bus.”