I stared at it for several seconds because my brain refused to understand what I was seeing.
Casey had been using the same three lines of « You Are My Sunshine » for two weeks because she could never remember the rest.
The baby stopped crying anyway.
I looked back at Derek.
« Six hundred forty dollars? »
He leaned against the kitchen counter.
« Your share. »
« My share of what? »
« Expenses. »
« Six hundred forty dollars? »