side of a problem and hoped I would make his life easier by surrendering.
“Mom, come on,” he said. “We’re trying to save money here.”
“So am I.”
“That internet is important.”
“Then you and Harper can pay for the speed you need.”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
I remembered that gesture from when he was sixteen and had dented my car.
“Mom—”
“Oh, and David?”
He glanced up.
“Your auto insurance is due next week. Make sure you put your own credit card on the account.”
His
