My husband isn’t going to be listed on this one.”

Tom stopped typing.

He looked at me over the top of his reading glasses for a long moment.

“Just so I can keep track of it,” I added.

Tom nodded slowly and went back to his keyboard.

“I’ll need an initial deposit to get the routing numbers set up,” he said.

I reached into my purse and took out my very first paycheck from the Hastings clinic.

It was for two hundred and eighty-four dollars.