The meanest light bulb popped up over my head. “What else am I supposed to do?” I asked. “What am I supposed to be doing with my life that’s less dangerous? I can’t draw like you. I can’t code or do stuff with computers. Any other job I take will be less pay and just as dangerous. More dangerous because I won’t have ten years of good credit built up with whatever Amazon I’m working for.”
“You could learn.” Cassie half-suggested, half-accused. “Online classes are a thing.”
“And pay the bills how, in the meantime?” I countered. “Most of my paycheck goes to the mortgage. I stop earning my part of the money…” (I was kind enough not to say “the majority of the money”) “and the only way we keep this house is if the new Amazon couple that buys this place moves us into the nursery!”