Carmen had placed the serving dish near Frank and the salt beside my plate, as if the evening required nothing more than an ordinary meal.

I took the photocopy from my coat and laid it beside the dinner plates.

“Mom, why does this record give Renata’s mother a different name from the one referenced in the attorney’s letter?”

Carmen held her fork above her plate.

“Must we discuss this over dinner?”

“We can discuss it somewhere else.

I still need an answer.”

Frank wiped his fingers with his napkin and reached for the photocopy.