It wasn’t about the price of the drink.
It wasn’t about the price of the dessert.
It wasn’t even the final bill amount I could pay without risking my monthly expenses.
I felt like my ability to pay had ceased to be a gesture and had become an obligation for everyone else.
When my sister-in-law first called me a “walking credit card,” everyone laughed.
I smiled too.
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Not because I would find it funny.
Because I didn’t know what else to do.
She said it as if it were a random thought.
But then he started repeating it.
And every time a new account appeared, all eyes turned to me.
Chris didn’t seem uncomfortable either.
Whenever I brought up the subject after dinner, he always had an explanation for me.
