I did not build that on purpose.

But I let it stand, and Teresa paid for it, and that is a thing I have had to hold.

“Where is the paper now?” I asked.

“In the study,” Teresa said.

“In the desk.

She put it in a brown folder.” Vanessa’s head snapped up.

“That desk is private property,” she said.

“You are not going through my things.” I looked at her for a long moment.