September, 2018
"I checked my account," Sarah slurred, clearly already most of the way through a bottle of wine, "and there ain't nothin' in there yet."
Elijah clenched his jaw so tight, he was a little worried it'd take an act of God to pull it apart again. "I already told you this'd happen," he ground out. "There's a gap between my last paycheck at Mr. Petrol's, and my first paycheck at the school district. I'm gonna be two weeks late. I told you about this when I got the job at the school."
"But how am I shupposed to pay my bills?" she whined. "I need zhat money." He heard her taking a loud slurp of what was undoubtedly more wine, even as her words ran together so much, he almost couldn't understand her.