Noah looked up, his forehead creasing. His short, declarative sentences always sounded like he was reading an inspection report.
“That is impossible,” Noah said. “The house was bought with Josh’s inheritance.”
“That is what she told us,” I said. “But Grandma Ruth didn’t contradict her. She just sat there and let Clara brag about it.”
Noah stood up and walked to the narrow window that faced the gravel alley. He looked out at the dark shape of the dumpster below.
“Grandma Ruth wouldn’t lie to us,” Noah said. “She raised us when Clara had her spells.”
“She was crying, Noah. She looked like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her.”
Noah turned back to the room, his jaw tight. “Why would they keep that ledger if it was a lie?”
“Maybe the ledger doesn’t say what she told us it did,” I said.
