Tiffany didn't understand how she'd become so good at figuring out finances, but it felt good to take control of them. She was able to find a few areas that they could change over.
Cheryl brought out the food. "Can you give me a lift to the office tomorrow?" She asked Tiffany. "I had to take my car into the shop." Cheryl worked in a Doctor's office, handling the billing.
Tiffany started in on the meal. "Sure," she said. She'd had her driver's test.
It was late, so after dinner was eaten and cleaned up, the two curled up on the couch to watch the evening news.
