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I folded the bank slip and slid it into my purse. “Grandma carried it alone. Now we don’t.”

Ray exhaled. “So we do the bank thing.”

“We do it today,” I said.

My mom nodded once, like she was agreeing to a surgery.

At the bank, I did the talking.

“My mother planned this.”

“Two signatures,” I told the teller. “Me and my mom. No one else.”

The teller didn’t blink. “We can set that up.”

My mom’s voice was small. “My mother planned this.”

I squeezed her hand reassuringly.

Back home, my mom cooked like she always did when she didn’t know what else to do.

At six, the house filled.

Chop. Stir. Wipe.

Ray texted the cousins. Uncle Tom texted the cousins. Same message.

Sunday dinner. Six o’clock. Don’t be late.

At six, the house filled.