She could hear him sing in the shower, some stupid pop song by Gaga or Britney. She checked her watch. She had ten minutes until her next meeting, but she could be a little late or take it in the car. She grabbed her phone on the nightstand, swiped through to Venmo, and transferred him $800. For a job well done, she wrote and ended it with the prayer-hands emoji and a heart.
So funny, she thought and dumped the phone in her purse, how technology changes us. Five years ago, I would have put the money on the dresser.