“It felt like being left out,” I said.

Nate looked over at me for one second before turning his eyes back to the road.

“I’d just like to be worried about one time, just to see what it’s like,” he said.

The truck hit a seam in the pavement, and the bluebird card slid two inches to the left toward the defrost vent.

“We’re going to buy a house,” I said.

“We can’t buy a starter place in this county for less than eighty thousand dollars,” Nate said.