I kept my hands folded perfectly still in my lap.

Glenn put the open bottle down on the glass coaster in front of me.

He sat in the armchair across the table and took a long pull from his own bottle.

“Martha said you two had coffee,” Glenn said.

“She told me you were all stressed out over Dad’s old bills.”

“I was only asking her a simple question,” I said.

Glenn folded his arms over his chest and gave me a lazy smirk.