Heat crawled up my neck while the cashier waited, and the woman behind me in line shifted her weight from foot to foot.
“That’s strange,” I said when I called him from the parking lot.
He sighed like I’d disappointed him.
“The what?”
“The spending limit. You didn’t really think I gave you a card without a limit, did you?” He laughed.
“The last thing I need is a wife who bankrupts me at Nordstrom and Lululemon.”
“And it’s only the 15th of the month. If you’d been more careful with your spending, this wouldn’t have happened,” he said.
“But—”
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