Mrs. Mochan asked me to stay after school. What had I done? I recently whispered more to other students and was less attentive. I worried for the rest of that eternal day that she would have me carry a note home.
No note. She reached in her drawer and handed me the necklace.
Paying down his debt, my son learned that a credit limit and making minimum payments feels like wearing cement shoes in a pit of quicksand. Still occasionally he’d bring out the card for new purchases, and I’d pull out my book.
“Awwww, Mom, can’t you let me put it on credit without writing it down?”