ShannonHoly s**t. These prices.
I tried to focus on the words, not the numbers. The expense wasn’t the only thing distracting me from deciding what to eat.
Did Jonah really plan to run for Congress? He mentioned it before, but not with serious consideration. As a politician’s wife, I would be a scandal. Those women graduated from college, wore prim suits, and killed the ozone with tornadoes of hairspray.
I gave myself a mental shake. What the hell was I worried about? Jonah and I weren’t getting married. What kind of wife I’d be was beyond irrelevant.
Plus, I’d gone and mentioned how much everything cost. The words had flown out of my mouth at the sight of twenty-dollar salads and forty-dollar chicken.
With money dripping around me, I had resolved to stay neutral. Don’t look awestruck
