"He ain't got ten grand to keep outa trouble?"
"Of course not." Gabby blushed, being unused to the sensation of flagrant lying. She inched her way further into falsehood. "How much do you think he gets for writing that show?"
"At least three-four hundred bucks a week."
"Half that."
"You're crazy."
"Half that," Gabby repeated. "One hundred and fifty dollars a week."
"I don't believe it.
"It's the truth."
"He had a couple hundred bucks on him last Saturday."
"It took him two months to save two hundred dollars." Gabby was discovering it was no problem at all to lie. She pointed to the television set. "It took him two months to save up enough to buy that present for you, Aimee. The money was supposed to be for me. I think you owe me a favor."