She didn’t move.

Dale turned his head toward her.

“I put it together when I heard Becky had a boy at Washington.

I figured she quit over the lunch bills and didn’t want to say so.”

“You thought I was lying about my kids,” I said.

“I thought you were hiding something.” Dale’s voice fell to a whisper.

“I know what that feels like.”

Paul picked up the can and set it on the counter between us.