“I’ll stay out here tonight and go through every envelope,” Mark said.

“No, you won’t,” I said.

“You’ve got an economics exam at eight tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t care about the exam,” Mark said.

“I care about it,” I said.

“You’re staying in school.”

Mark stood motionless a moment, his hands still buried in his pockets, looking at the dusty bottom drawers of the old oak cabinet by the back door.

Vanessa came down the wooden stairs at six in her gray coat with the top button missing.