“We don’t have thirty-two dollars for another tub of formula,” I said.

“And the credit union called twice before noon.”

He picked up his ceramic mug of lukewarm instant coffee off the counter, took a single gulp and dumped the rest down the drain over the dirty rubber nipples.

“Are you going to help me wash these bottles or aren’t you?” I asked.

“They have to be sterilized before the eight o’clock feeding.”

“I’m heading upstairs to pack,” he said.