They love family content.” Evelyn flapped a hand without looking at the screen.

Arthur handed me the carrots.

“She’s been cooking since two,” he said.

“You’d think the governor was coming to dinner.”

I kept the strap of my bag over my knee.

The black leather case sat inside it, flat against the side.

“You can stick that in the hall closet, honey,” Evelyn said.

“We won’t steal it.”