“How much?” I asked.

She removed her glasses.

“More than I expected. Especially for October.”

I sat beside her and examined the amount.

She wasn’t exaggerating.

“I can take another shift,” I offered.

“Rachel, you’re already working six days a week.”

“Then I’ll make it seven.”

She looked at me sharply.

“Don’t even think about it. You’re going to wear yourself out.”

“Dad used to work seven days sometimes.”