“The August bank statement wasn’t in the hall sideboard where Grandfather always kept the records,” I said.

Vance rubbed the back of his neck and checked his phone without lifting his eyes from the screen.

“Your dad deals with all the serious mail now, Leah.”

“My hazardous duty account is registered to my military social security number,” I said, twisting the silver ring on my right thumb twice.

“Families don’t need to keep strict corporate books, honey,” Evelyn said, tipping the yellow eggs onto a blue serving platter.

“We all pitch in, and we all take care of the household.”