When I slipped into Jonah’s car on Friday night, all I could think about was the price tag. I had gone home and searched “S-Class Mercedes” on the internet.
They did indeed start at a hundred thousand bucks. Jonah’s car, with its buttery leather, sleek style, and growling engine, cost as much as some people’s houses.
Jeff lived a high-toned life now, but that’s not how he grew up. Still, even as a teenager, I thought Jeff and his middle-class upbringing had been out of my league. Jonah and his family lived a world above anything I ever experienced.
I stretched my legs to unwind the tension seeping into my body.
“You can put the seat back if you need more room. The controls are on the right-hand side,” Jonah offered.
“Oh, thanks. I’m fine,” I replied and surveyed the view through the w
