Then I asked Clara for one more thing.

“No debit card,” I said.

“No online transfers until Maya is older.”

Clara made a note on the account.

“You’ll have to come inside for withdrawals.”

“Good.”

At two Arthur came with a drill and a heavy-duty deadbolt in a plastic package.

My father knelt on a folded towel with his broad palms flat on the porch boards before he started.