“My card just declined at the pharmacy,” I told my husband. He didn’t sound embarrassed. He sounded pleased. “I froze it,” he said, and then his mother’s voice floated through the speaker behind him: “Maybe now you’ll learn to ask before spending family money.” I stared at the prescription in my hand, hung up without arguing, and drove to the bank. By sunset, the two people who thought they had finally put me in my place were begging me to undo what I’d done.
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