found it in my case this morning,” I said. “I would like that recorded too.” I did not demand that anyone declare a crime or pronounce a verdict at the reception desk. The manager could document what her staff knew. The rest was a conversation we needed to have as adults, away from an audience.
Ben asked Renee to join us in a quiet seating area. At first she called the whole thing a mix-up. Then she said she had only wanted him to understand how difficult I could be. That was when he stopped asking questions about a bracelet. “You let me think my mother might have taken something,” he said. “What were you expecting me to do next?”
She looked at me instead of answering him. “You always have a record of everything.” I thought of the archive, where keeping a record was how you protected an ordinary
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