“You don’t have to match it.” Edith waved my question away as if it were taboo. Maybe it was. I didn’t know the rules. “Give what you’re able to. That’s the whole point of donating, right?”
“Right.” I was suddenly very aware of the clothes I’d been given, the exact amount of money in my bank account, and the check from the show that hadn’t yet posted the last time I was able to look at my credit union online.
“It’s fine. We’re not giving that much,” Fallon said softly as she took another sip of her coffee. I think she meant to ease my embarrassment, but it only made it burn hotter.
“Donation it is.” I nodded, shoving another sausage link in my mouth.
“We have an allotment for yearly donations,” Chad was explaining as if I actually cared. His thick thigh brushed against mine as he sprea
