There was no what. There was no Marcus, what are you talking about.

My mother’s voice came back after about six seconds at a lower pitch than she normally uses, entirely level, in the tone she used for staffing problems, and what she said was:

“Don’t do anything.

Bring her to the office.

Their mother should have known her place six years ago and it is time this was finished properly.”

I did not say anything.

She said, “Marcus?”