“I don’t think so.”
“Well, don’t be upset.”
“I’m not.”
“You know how children are.”
“I do.”
“They say things.”
“I understand.”
“That’s all this was.”
I looked at the laptop sitting beside me.
Then I said quietly:
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Did you think I rented this house?”
She hesitated.
“Yes.”
“How much did you think I paid?”
“The six thousand.”
I laughed softly.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because I didn’t rent it.”
Silence.
“What?”
“I own it.”
Another silence.
This one was
