She bit her lip and stepped inside.

“I haven’t talked to one reporter.

Marcus told me not to and I haven’t, not one, and I wanted you to hear that from me before you heard it at the grocery store.”

“I believe you.”

“Thank you.” She set the bag by the sofa and looked at the bassinet for a while.

“There’s a man going around, though.

He came to my mother’s apartment Tuesday and said he was from the bank’s insurance office.

He wanted to know who paid for the funeral.”