Evelyn frowned but didn’t tell her to put it away.

Her phone chimed and she picked it up, and Evelyn said her name, and she kept it in her hand.

“My last clip got forty thousand views,” Fiona said.

“A lawyer’s office will do even better.”

“How’s the Buick holding up?” Arthur asked me.

“A hundred ninety thousand miles.

It still starts in the cold.”

He nodded as though I’d said something patriotic.