He turned around and jabbed a thick finger at me.

“I took care of it so you wouldn’t lose sleep over one more medical bill.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I said.

“We have great insurance.

A copay is twenty dollars.”

“I was taking care of my daughter,” he said loudly, cutting off the argument.

“Quit looking for a conspiracy where there isn’t one.”

He shut the bathroom door.