I looked at my older sister.

She was sixteen, wearing a spotless white sweater, and completely focused on her own schedule.

“I need a lot of medicine, Allison,” I said.

“And Dad is going to find a reasonable way to pay for it,” she said.

“What if he doesn’t find a way?” I asked.

Allison stopped reading and looked up at me.

“He always figures out the finances,” she said.

“You just have to stop asking for the expensive stuff.”