I look over from where I'm working on the computer to where Katie is sitting at the table in our living room prepping materials for her business creating sculptures made of butterflies. There's light from the window next to her, putting her in silhouette.
"Thank you," I say, and she looks up, confused.
"I never expected to have any money," I explain, "like ever, so the fact that we have enough money to live here and do things, it's just awesome."
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