I'll Do Better #28
Cashflow
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“Please, Jason… I am begging you to let me send the money back.”
“You need money right now, I don’t.”
“That’s not how money works, sweetheart. You save what you can for a rainy day, for your family, for your retirement.”
“You are my family, Anya.”
My brother leaned back against my balcony railings, sipping an espresso. It was poured into a tiny glass so I could see the thin crema layer floating on top of the beverage, like an orgasm the coffee beans had while they were ground and hot water was forced under pressure through the hopper containing the grinds.
I licked my lips because I could have murdered for a coffee at that moment, but the tell-tale signs of my caffeine excess throughout the day were showing.