“The house payment is due today.

Mom’s been sitting next to the phone since seven, and you’re off in Europe acting like none of this matters.”

“I’m at work,” I said.

“You’ve paid the mortgage on the first of every month for six years straight,” Margaret said, her voice climbing a little from the couch.

“We had an agreement.”

“We had a joint account you drained in cash every Tuesday morning,” I said.

“That wasn’t an agreement.