Under the edge of the table, I turned my wristwatch over once.

The parking lot was half empty, and the sun lay flat on the windshields.

I had the key in the ignition when Evelyn walked around the front of the car and stood where the headlights would catch her.

I rolled down the window.

“That girl doesn’t deserve a single dollar of that money,” she said.

She said it to the hood ornament.

“We have to do something.”