« I know. »
« No, seriously. You used to get offended if we hired someone else. »
« I remember. »
« You used to say, ‘Bring me my grandson.' »
« I remember that too. »
« Now it’s $40 every time he walks through your door. »
Another pause.
Then she said quietly, « I need you to trust me a little longer. »
That did not help.
« Trust you with what? »