“Gary.”

He was at the sink with his back to me, a wrench in his hand, water running over something metal.

“If you’re looking for that ticket, it probably fell behind the fridge, Patty.”

I set the bags on the counter.

The milk tipped over, and I let it.

“I didn’t say what I was looking for.”

“You’ve got that face on.” He shut the water off and dried his hands on the towel I keep hanging there.

“It’s just two bucks.”