Ivan went back to the rest of the mail. He pushed the box of checks to one side. He stacked the bills one on top of another to one side of the couch. They were about three inches tall. He started to rip up some of the junk mail, but it hurt his left hand to even hold it for his right hand to tear up the envelopes. So he tossed the pieces one by one to another part of the couch. Store flyers, cable service deals, postcards from dentists and churches he had never even heard of, credit card offers—
Credit card offers.
Maybe that was how he could take Brinley out to dinner. Well, not just dinner but also to make partial house payments and pay off some bills.
Don’t forget God.
Brinley’s words came to mind, but—
It’s just for one dinner.
Right?