“Irene’s bringing four tubs,” I said.

“We’re bringing six.”

I reached into my coat pocket and took out the white receipt Paul Vance had handed me at five o’clock.

I smoothed the purple ink with my thumb and laid it on the kitchen table next to the gallon of milk.

“What does that paper say, Mom?” Lily asked, leaning over the edge of the table.

“It says zero, honey,” I said.

“Zero dollars, really?” Noah asked.