“That didn’t give you the right to say those things to me.”

“I know,” he said.

He wrapped both hands around the hot mug but didn’t raise it to drink.

“I was stretched past my limit, and I took it out on you.

That wasn’t fair.”

I stood by the counter and watched how he sat.

He wasn’t glancing around for his coat, and he wasn’t reaching for his truck keys.

“Is the money situation really better now?” I asked.