Everyone down there is behind on filings.”

He picked up a container of fried bread and set it on a plate without looking at me again.

“Why is the hall closet still full of your old winter coats?” he asked, his voice turning fast and sharp.

“Sloan asked you to tidy that space two days ago.”

I looked down at the floor, my thumbs pressing hard into the dark wool of my cardigan buttons.

“I’ll clean the closet after dinner,” I said.