“Is this about dinner hours last night?

Because if you’re throwing a tantrum over family discipline, you’re going way too far.”

I went into the living room and put my briefcase down on the oak coffee table.

“At two o’clock this afternoon, I took my payroll direct deposit off our joint checking account,” I said, turning to face them both.

Eleanor halted at the edge of the rug, her fingers clenching her robe lapels.

“You did what, now?” she asked.