Asked what I knew about the parcel.”

I put the paint in my cart.

“The probate closed on Monday.”

“Then that’ll be the end of it.” He tore off the receipt and slid it across.

“You’re the granddaughter.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Your grandmother bought paint from me for thirty years and never once asked for a discount.” He stacked the sandpaper and evened the edges.

“I like the way you counted those screws.”