Dylan found me on the kitchen table with a notepad and a calculator. There was a lot of money in my account, but the pantry was almost empty. Daniel had already paid me for finding leverage against Vikram and saved them all millions. But he didn’t pay me millions, of course.
“All right, mom? What’s this?” He asked me, coming out of the shower.
“This is me making ends meet.”
“Oh… I can try and find some extra hours at work. Or if we need to cut…”
“We’re not cutting anything. You are going to college and I’m balancing the books. Get dressed, I’ll take you to work.”
Dylan’s work wasn’t exactly on the way to mine, but I figured he could do with one less bus ride. We chatted about this and that on the way, while I reviewed the numbers I had just added up.
People at work had given us a hea
