“I don’t need to. I’ve seen the place. Peeling paint, broken windows, weeds up to the mailbox.”
“I know what it looks like.”
“You’ve officially found the dumbest way to waste money.”
That was Declan. He could spend thousands on his Mustang without blinking, but if I bought something for myself, he suddenly became a financial advisor.
Last Christmas, he complained that the coffee maker I’d bought was too expensive. Two days later, he ordered a new set of tools for his garage.
“Didn’t you just buy tools?” I’d asked.
“Not these.”
That was Declan.
“You already have three toolboxes.”
“And you already had a coffee maker.”
“Mine was broken.”
“Yours still made coffee.”
Apparently, something only needed replacing when it belonged to him.
Even grocery shopping turned into an interrogation.
Even grocery shopping turned into an interrogation.
