“Where’ve you been all morning?” she asked.

“At the bank,” I said, laying my truck keys on the side table.

“Somebody took four hundred dollars out of the shop account Tuesday night.”

Her foot didn’t stop tapping.

“I took that cash out myself.”

“And what did four hundred dollars buy?” I asked.

“I had to buy groceries and winter coats for the kids, Daniel,” she said, her voice climbing as she tossed her head back.

“Or did you think they’d get through December in thin shirts?”