“Because it doesn’t matter.

The weather’s going to be lovely tomorrow, and I’m going to bake a fresh peach cobbler.”

“If the bank decides to call in this loan, they’ll take this house.

You won’t have anywhere to live.”

She turned her back on me completely.

She hurried into the dining room, leaving the cardboard roll of foil lying sideways on the counter.

I stood by myself in the kitchen and listened to her footsteps fade down the hall.

I stared at the printed document lying on the island.