“Make it two hundred.” “Aw, come on. I’m a teacher.” “Boo-hoo,” I snap back. “You teach in a school with a forty-grand a year attendance fee. You’re not exactly scraping pennies together to buy your own Crayolas, are you?” Matt pauses. “Fine. One-seven-five.” “One-seven-five and you get rid of your welcome mat.” “Dammit. Two hundred and I keep it.” “Deal.”
