“It’s not much,” he continued. “But it’s real. And it’s all ours.”
“I don’t understand.”
“For the last eleven months, since your parents cut you off, I’ve been picking up double shifts.”
“I know you were working a lot.”
“Weekends at the garage, too. Devon also got me a few side jobs hauling stuff on Sundays.”
I flipped through the passbook.
There were small deposits.
Again and again.
Week after week.
