He opened it to a page marked with a yellow tab and turned it toward me.

The column header said Estate Checking.

“The balance as of this morning is one hundred twelve dollars and six cents,” he said.

He adjusted his glasses with his right thumb.

I put my left hand over my stomach and leaned in.

“Lucas left enough in that account for the funeral and the baby’s first year.”

Franklin slid a peppermint out of a white dish and set it beside my hand.

“The funeral home was paid on October second.