"Does it bother you? That I'm poor?"
"Does it bother you that I'm not?"
"Sometimes."
She set down her fork and gave me her full attention. "Why?"
"Because everything in your world costs more than I make in a month. Because your sisters can buy whatever they want without thinking about it. Because the only reason I'm sitting in this restaurant is because someone else is paying the bill."
"You're sitting in this restaurant because I asked you to come with me. The money is irrelevant."
"Money is never irrelevant."
"To you. To me, it's just a tool. I have enough of it that I don't have to think about it, which means I can think about other things instead. Things that actually matter."
"Like what?"
She picked up her fork again and took a bite of something that looked like a vegetable but probably cost more than my textbooks.
