“Back to Harley, I’ll pay for a hotel for him for the entire summer break. He’s my responsibility.” She raises her eyebrows at me with the shadow of a smile on her face. “The bill for the hotel he stays at comes in at seventy thousand dollars if he stays for the entire break. Then I give him a credit card with a fifty-thousand-dollar limit, and he uses that to cover food and boy stuff. He usually uses about ten grand of it. Do you have a spare eighty grand lying around to fund his summer holiday?” “Fucking rich people. Who spends seventy thousand dollars on a hotel?!” I sputter.
