There would be questions as the arrangements changed, and we would answer them in words a child could carry.

Tonight, he had counted someone he was accustomed to counting.

I understood that habit.

While dinner cooked, I put my folder in the kitchen drawer behind the dish towels.

It was a place I could reach and remember.

The documents belonged there more naturally than they belonged clutched against my chest every time I moved through the house.

I kept the access receipt at the front.

The transfer records remained together, with the list of outstanding questions.