The envelope was still warm from Sarah’s coat.

A red SECOND NOTICE was stamped across the front at a slant, the way a person stamps something they want you to see twice.

“Nine thousand two hundred forty,” she said.

“Both girls, one check.

Friday.”

I ran my thumb around the glass on my watch, twice.

“The bonus comes Friday morning.

It’s on the payroll schedule.

I checked.”

Sarah sighed slowly through her nose and looked at the dashboard clock instead of at me.

“I’m not handing you paper to start a fight, Chris.

I’m handing you paper so we both have the same date in our heads.”

“Then we have the same date.”

In the back seat, Sophie was drawing on the fogged window with her knuckle.

Lucy had her backpack sitting on her lap like another passenger.

“Daddy,” Sophie said, “is money like air?

Because if the air runs out, do we stop?”

“Money is a fuel tank,” Lucy said before I could answer.