“It’s sixteen thousand dollars.”
“You can afford it.”
That sentence had followed me for most of my adult life.
“You don’t know what I can afford.”
He looked around my office.
“You don’t have children. You live alone. Where else does your money go?”
“That isn’t your concern.”
His jaw tightened, but instead of arguing, he smiled.
“We’ll discuss it at Christmas.”
“We already discussed it.”
“Everyone will be there.”
“That doesn’t change my answer.”
“We’ll see.”
