"I don't think that's any of your business." "Um . . . it sort of is my business. It's not like you're asking for spare change." "If you don't have it, just say so." Paula thought about the orders that kept rolling in and how much money she'd be making off them. Even after she paid her employees and production people, she'd still have more income in the next quarter than she had during the previous year—enough to replenish her savings and add more to her retirement fund.
"It's not about whether or not I have the money. I just want to know if there's something else you need more. This sounds like a problem way beyond money." "Don't go lecturing me, Paula. I'm not a child." Then stop acting like one, she wanted to say.
"So the question is do you care enough to help me out or not?" Leave it to her mother to play the guilt card. "When do you need it?" "Can you send it today?" Paula thought for a moment.
