“Oh, you poor thing,” she said.

“Just look at that car.”

“It runs fine.”

“Gregory said you’d come back for the rest of it.

I told him you would.

You’re thorough that way.” She put one hand over her mouth and laughed softly into it.

I walked past her into the house and came back out with two garment bags and a box of shoes.

By then she had an envelope in her hand.