The prices had been removed, but the labels belonged to the boutique grocer three towns over.

“This is a huge amount of food,” I said.

Ranata leaned against the island.

She picked up a jar of honey and examined the gold lettering on the glass.

“I know we’ve had our differences lately,” she said.

I set down a package of dried figs and waited.

“I can be overbearing,” she said.

“I know I push too hard sometimes when we talk about your finances.”