« Sorry. »
I’d thanked him that night.
« Maureen. Is Kevin good to her? »
« He pays the mortgage. »
« That isn’t what I asked. »
« My husband isn’t cruel, » I said, and hated how much I needed the sentence to be true. « He’s just tired. Sarah’s quiet. They rub each other the wrong way. »
« Okay, » Lola didn’t push. She never did. « If that ever changes, you know how to contact me. »
« That isn’t what I asked. »
« My dad left something for my daughter, you know, for college. Kevin manages it, too. And it’s fine. »
« I’m sure it is. »
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