“One, two, and three…” we’d sat on the couch in the living room. She’d count the dollar bills one by one, putting emphasis on every number, “…four, five, six, and seven…” I’d quietly stare at her hands lift crisp singles from her lap, to mine, a new addition to my weekly allowance. “…eight, nine, ten…” she’d deliberately pause - I couldn’t help but smile, “…eleven! Eleven dollars, eleven years.”
I’d grab the small bundle of cash and fan them out. I was particular about money, no twenties, no tens, no five dollar bills - only singles. “One…” I’d say, pulling individual bills towards myself, folding them over. “… two, three, four…” I’d make a big show of unfolding them then patting them together – only to refold them again.
“How much have you saved up