"If you want some work."
"What time should I come?"
"Eight. I'll show you what needs doing."
***
On Monday, I unpacked stock behind his counter.
When a customer asked if I was his son, I braced for a question about the photograph.
She asked where we kept the lightbulbs. I was relieved enough to almost laugh.
"What time?"
At lunch, Dad handed me a sandwich and left me alone with my phone.
I'd signed the refusal papers and sent my account of the marriage to the hospital.
But Nora's public accusation was still spreading.
The people sharing it didn't know she'd helped with the wedding. She'd never said that she couldn't prove I'd expected money.
I braced for a question about the photograph.
I called Nora and asked to meet.
She said she wanted Alicia's scarf and bandage ring returned; she'd put them in the box after the funeral.
