“Good God a’mighty! Can’t we just have a simple little birthday party for her like all the other Gringas do?” Danny said exasperated. He put the paper down on the table roughly folding it and looking directly at Yolanda, who was ready to retaliate.
“No, we can’t! She’s looking forward to it. Besides, your mom and dad, and my parents, have agreed to help with everything.”
“What’s everything?” Danny asked in a non-believing manner.
“Well, they think they all can come up with maybe $1,000 … and, don’t forget, there’s Aunts and Uncles.”
“Is that $1,000 … or a total of?” Danny quizzically asked.
“Now, darling, it’s for our daughter,” Yolanda said.
“Yeah, but we have two more daughters waiting their turn,” Danny said shaking his head and rustling the paper. He took a large sip of coffee, got up, and headed for the front door.
“Where you going?” Yolanda asked.
“Back to the station. I got to meet Joe”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Danny turned around at the kitchen door and walked back to Yolanda still standing by the stove.
“Oh, yeah. Is forty bucks enough?” he said handing her two twenties from his wallet.
“I could always use more, but this’ll get me through the day,” she replied, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Danny walked out the door, rolled his eyes, and shook his head. Fortunately, he knew his wife would not spend it frivolously—and rarely on herself; but, those greenbacks easily seem to slip away.