“There’s a forty-thousand-dollar encumbrance on the deed, Glenn.”

“While you were off in your pressed uniform dreaming up conspiracies, I kept this place going.

I paid the water bills.

I fixed the roof over the garage.

I handled the local contractors when the plumbing gave out.”

“None of that accounts for the forgery on a bank application.”

Martha set the heavy pitcher down on the table.

She flapped her hand in the air as if she could physically wave the tension away.