“We need some quiet in this house.”

“Who’s covering the mortgage transfer on the first of the month?” I asked.

Margaret opened her mouth to reply, but Brent stepped right between us and blocked my view of her.

“We’ll work that out,” Brent said.

“Take your bags.”

I reached into my coat pocket and took out my key ring.

Three brass keys dangled from the metal ring next to the small black plastic garage door opener.

I worked the three house keys off the ring one at a time.