“I want the key to Mother’s house, Diana.”

“You already have a key.

There were two of them on the ring in her kitchen drawer.”

“I want yours.” He laid the spoon on the saucer and adjusted his signet ring, twisting it a quarter turn.

“Because that house is part of the estate now, until we figure out what Mother understood and what she didn’t.”

“She understood a great deal.”

“She wasn’t herself that last year.” He leaned back in his seat.