“I’m not taking your money, Ben.

You’ve got your own family to look after.”

“Then how are you going to pay for it?”

“I’ll work something out before Saturday,” I said, even though there was nothing left in my bank account to work out.

“Jodi, you’ve been saying that since February,” Ben said, resting his hand on top of my car door.

“He’s counting on the fact that you won’t make a scene.”

I opened the car door and slid onto the cold vinyl seat without answering.