Rebecca ignored me.

Her fingers slipped the top horn button of her coat out of its loop, then pushed it back in.

“We’re on a tight schedule, Arthur,” Rebecca said.

“The moving van is finishing up on our street, and our flight to Sacramento leaves tomorrow afternoon.”

“Tomorrow,” Arthur said.

She undid the second button and fastened it again.

“I just came to sign the release and collect the escrow check.

There’s nothing else to discuss.”