She didn’t lower them over her eyes.

She pulled them off her face entirely and folded the earpieces in with a sharp click.

“I have three separate credit card payments due on Friday,” Pamela said.

Gregory stared straight ahead at the wood grain of the table.

He didn’t answer her.

“I am not living in a cheap motel, Gregoryyyy.”

Pamela picked up her purse by its leather strap.

She turned her back on the man she had married for his money.