I had saved money roofing houses since I was fifteen. My mom had left me a small insurance payout after hospital bills ate the rest. I knew exactly how much I had.
“Seventy-five hundred,” I said.
The clerk looked back to the man.
He hesitated. It wasn’t the hesitation of someone who cared about five hundred dollars. It was the hesitation of someone surprised a kid had stepped into the wrong room and sat at the adult table.
He finally shrugged and lowered his card.