“Not yet,” Oliver said seriously. “I still mix up the meat eaters.”
He giggled. I stepped closer.
“Everything okay?”
Mrs. Adele tucked the envelope behind the rest of her mail.
“Just bills, honey. They come whether you invite them or not.”
“Do you want me to read anything for you?” I asked. “Or go over anything?”
“No, Carmen. Thank you. Elias handles most of that now.”
“Your nephew?”
She nodded.
“Since my eyes got worse, he put everything online.”
“Does he live close?”
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