The Night Eleanor Switched On the Clippers Was the Night Three Years of House Payments Came to an End

Daniel unlocked his car door with a sharp chirp of the key fob.

“Nobody’s stealing your mail, Mariana.

You’re just worn out from that promotion push.”

“Where’s the spare key to the home office desk?” I asked.

He stopped with his hand on the door handle.

“I put it in the tool drawer down in the basement.”

“Which one?”

“The red one next to the workbench,” he said.