“Are we done?” I asked looking at the papers Chris gave me. I was ready to leave and he still without shoes or a jacket.
“Almost. Let me go over our budget one more time.”
“You and your old calculator,” I said as he picked it up from the floor.
“Hey. I’m an accountant after all.”
“Yeah. You should have better equipment. Plus, I think the ink in your license still wet.”
“Nah. Two months is good enough.
We needed a new place— our front door was peeling, and our raggedy chairs needed help.
“This one, $525 with utilities.”
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