“They said the chocolate strawberries need a fifty-dollar deposit by three o’clock or they’re canceling the order,” she said.

“Mom said you were handling the food before all this happened.”

“I’m not placing bakery orders today,” I said.

“It takes five minutes on your phone, Claire,” she grumbled.

“You always make things complicated for me.”

“Goodbye, Melissa,” I said.

I pulled the phone away from my face and hit the red button while she was still talking.

The hallway was empty except for a food cart rattling down a distant hall.