I leaned my forehead against the window and waited for him to come back and help me.

I assumed they were deciding which hospital to use.

The family business had been struggling, and Arthur had become quiet whenever somebody mentioned money.

Even milk cost three dollars and ten cents a gallon at the corner store now.

I thought of ordinary expenses because they were problems I understood.

I did not yet think I needed protection from the people deciding how to get me medical care.

Behind me, water ran in the sink.