Chapter 18

We’d turned one of the bedrooms into a den complete with two desks, our computers, and shelves for all of our expensive textbooks. One evening I was sitting at my desk in the den, struggling with some accounting exercises, and I began to curse under my breath.

“What’s wrong?” David said, looking up from the textbook he was studying.

“I just don’t get this fucking accounting assignment.”

“Let me have a look.”

It took him about ten minutes, but he made me understand the point that I was missing, after which I said, “Shit. You make it look so easy.”

“That’s because it is easy.”

“That’s because you had this course back during the summer.”

“True, and I struggled with it then just like you are now.”