Under the edge of the table, my thumb started digging into the side of my index finger.

“Rory,” I said, leaning toward the lit-up screen.

“Last Sunday you told Sadie you had three big commercial contracts lined up in Sioux Falls.”

“I was talking about possible bids, Jodi,” Rory snapped, his voice turning sharp at once.

“You always did have an awful habit of twisting what I say.

I can’t pull cash out of thin air.”

Sadie drew her phone two inches closer to her bowl, her head bowing until her hair hid her cheeks.

“It’s okay, Dad.