It’s been open since summer.”

She said it the way she might mention a dripping faucet.

Then she reached under the counter and pulled out a file folder with my maiden name typed on the tab.

“He asked me not to bring it up,” she said, and then she saw my face and wished she hadn’t.

“How much did the bracelet cost.”

“Fourteen hundred and ten, with tax.

It’s on your account, so it’s all paid up.” She winced.