Six months ago I had counted out faded twenties on this same counter and told myself I was only buying a lawyer.

Chloe tapped on the slider with her keys at ten, a lawn bag on her hip, and she had the glass open before I got to the latch.

“Six-month sizes, and there’s a yellow blanket in the bottom I didn’t know if you wanted, so I brought the whole bag, and everything’s washed twice because my mother is careful about that.”

“Come in out of the cold.”