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“The card was declined, Evan,” I said, leaning my head against the cold steering wheel. “There is nothing in the account. I had to put our groceries back at the counter in front of the neighbors.”
“I told you things would be tight for a while,” he said, his voice dropping into that rapid, defensive rhythm I had heard on his business calls when a supplier was demanding payment. “You need to contact my attorney. Mr. Henderson’s office will handle the details.”
“Your attorney?” I asked, the words dry in my throat. “Evan, we have seven children in this house. Who is paying the electric bill?”
“Call the office,” he said. “They have the files.”
The line went dead before I could ask him where the money had gone. I stared at the dashboard, where the small digital clock showed five past three.
At six o’clock, the kitchen smelled of boiling water and starch. Margot stood by the stove, stirring a pot of plain elbow noodles with a wooden spoon while the younger children sat at the table.
“I can manage,” I said, reaching for the salt shaker on the windowsill.
