“What was that?” I asked.

“Just a bill from the bank.” He pushed the rest of the mail toward me.

“I thought we could get out of the house today, just the two of us.

Maybe a few hours in the park would do us good.”

I picked up the grocery receipt held beneath the chipped magnet on the refrigerator.

Eighty-six dollars and forty-three cents.

I had bought milk, bread, eggs, apples, and the crackers Michael liked with his soup.