“I know what I did.”

“Then we’re done talking about it tonight.”

Evelyn had her coat half on in the hallway, working her pearls between her fingers.

She stepped out ahead of me and stood under the porch light with her breath showing.

“I want to say this where I can breathe,” she said.

“I believed him.

He told me you were spending, and I believed him, and I sat in your kitchen and let him say it to my face.”

“You weren’t the only one.”