I sat beside her.

“I was afraid she’d take advantage of you again if I didn’t make a big move.”

“She might have,” Grandma answered.

“But remember, you can protect people without making every disagreement into a battle.”

I reached for the paper, folded it once, and placed it inside an envelope with the original receipts.

It belonged to the past.

It didn’t need a prominent place in either of our kitchens.

“Keep the receipt,” Grandma said.