“He is having some growing pains, Claire.

Let it go.”

I put the receipt into my cardigan pocket before he came farther into the kitchen.

For a moment I wanted to place it beside his plate and force the conversation there.

Ethan was sitting between us, his toast untouched.

I decided the bank was a better place to begin.

After getting him safely onto the bus, I went to Oak Creek Municipal Bank.

Brenda, the teller, checked my identification before discussing the account.