Chapter 23

He laughed. “It’s my first year of flying, remember?” he reminded me. “Well, anyway, it was.” We hadn’t even begun to process that problem. “The only credit card I’m about to qualify for, with the interest rate on a bowl of cheesy chili, I’d go broke.”

“So…”

He shook his head. No credit card.

“Okay, well…we’ll figure something out,” I said, not because I had any idea what that meant, but rather so that the universe would hear me say it and make it so. “We at least have enough for a tank of gas, right?”

“Depends, I guess. How much is a piece of strawberry pie?”