I slid the paper across the polished wood of his desk.

“Every paycheck goes into this new account, no exceptions,” I said.

Tom looked at the name of the dental group printed on the check.

“You’re working all the way out in Hastings now?” he asked.

“Just on Saturdays,” I said.

“That’s a long drive for a weekend shift,” Tom said.

“Especially with gas prices creeping up.”

“It’s forty miles each way,” I said.