money.
I had simply needed to remember that.
The next day, Clara called.
I let it ring twice before answering.
“Ardis,” she said.
Not Mom.
Interesting.
“Clara.”
“Did you change the utility accounts?”
“Yes.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because I prefer to handle my own bills.”
“We were helping you.”
“I know. I am declining that help now.”
There was a pause. Then her voice sharpened. “You are being very difficult.”
“I am being clear.”
“David and I were trying to save you money. You’re retired. You should be careful.”
“I am careful.”
“You’re acting like we’re trying to control you.”
I looked at the confirmation email on my laptop screen.
“Aren’t you?”
She inhaled sharply.
“I will not argue about this,” I said. “The bills are in my name, paid from my account. The matter is closed.”
“You can’t just—”
“I can. Goodbye, Clara.”