you tell her?”
“I told her I would ask.”
He rubbed his wedding ring with his thumb. “I should have.”
At seven ten, the kitchen was still quiet enough that I could hear the paper tear when I opened an envelope.
Daniel lifted his lunch bag. “She thinks we are making this harder than it needs to be.”
“She thinks a key is a family courtesy.”
“Maybe.”
I put the electric bill on top of the stack. “A key is not a courtesy.”
Daniel stood there with his hand on the chair.
“Elena, she is going to be around after the delivery.”
“I know.”
“She wants to bring food. Pick up groceries. Check on you.”
“She can knock.”
He did not answer.
I had let Vivian believe I was unemployed because I wanted one part of our relationship untouched by my title. She could judge my cooking, my housekeeping, my
