“Because his name is on the divorce petition,” he said.

“And his driver’s license will be in his wallet.

You told me that, remember?”

I remembered.

I remembered the way he had patted his back pocket in the driveway on Friday, before he drove off to freeze our accounts.

At two o’clock the next afternoon I was on the front porch with the watering can.

The tomato plants had come in late and small.

I watered them anyway.