“Because I do not want you spending money you cannot afford to spend.”

“That is generous of you.”

“It is practical.

You have a child to raise and a car that is barely running.

You told me yourself that the alternator needs replacing.”

The repair estimate was still tucked beneath the sun visor.

Four hundred and eighty dollars, more than I wanted to spend and less than the cost of losing the car.

“I can manage the bill.”