“Good. See that you do.” She hung up the phone. She sat back in her chair, lost in thought. Howard had always been difficult. He was their father’s favorite, and Margot was jealous of that. It never took much to occupy his mind; their father would buy him those little wooden trains and Howard would play with them for hours on end, ignoring the world around him. When he was a teenager, he would tinker with junk cars, trying to get one of them to run. He never was successful, but their father bought him a car anyway. As an adult, Howard had it all: a good job, loving wife, nice house and car. But he couldn’t manage his money. It led to marital problems and she eventually left him, he lost his job, the house and the car. And whose door did he come knocking on then? Margot’s.