I thought she drove too fast.

She insisted on buying fancy tea she never finished.

I insisted on saving leftovers in containers until the refrigerator became a small museum of unfinished lunches.

One afternoon she caught me counting dollars at the table.

“Do you need anything?”

“I need the plumber to stop charging like he’s repairing Buckingham Palace.”

She laughed and sat beside me.

“Can I help you compare estimates?”