“I can’t dip into the housing budget without breaking the custody income requirements.”

Derek threw the orange rag onto a pile of tire catalogs.

He walked over to the heavy metal cash register on the back desk.

He turned a brass key, and the drawer sprang open with a loud ding.

Michael watched his brother lift out the black plastic tray of loose change.

“You need that money for the new hydraulic lift,” Michael said.

Derek pulled a thick envelope out from under the tray.