“I’m sorry,” I end up muttering while we wait for the elevator. “No, don’t be,” Daisy says. “You were right. What I did—it was wrong. Sometimes I just forget about money. I’m going to try to be better about it.” “Yeah, but I do it at times too. And I’m not your dad. I shouldn’t be lecturing you.” Or anyone. She smiles. “It’s nice to know you care.”
