“I have the money.”

“You have some of the money,” Lily said, “and you had more of it before Uncle Scott’s restaurant, and I’m not doing four years of my life about a photograph.

I’m nineteen. I’ve already given two.”

Daniel sat with his hands on his knees.

“I want to ask you something,” he said, “and I’ve been putting it off since I was in the parking lot.”

“Okay.”