“We need to get you a debit card, too.”
“What? Why?”
“Uncle Tim suggested it’d be good if you had a little money that was yours, so you don’t have to ask me every time you want a new book or something. Funds you control, you know? It works for him and Uncle Zeke, anyway. I think Uncle Zeke spends about ninety-nine percent of his on music. I thought we could set it up on a debit card so you can buy things online, too.”
David was awed by how incredibly, thoughtfully progressive a family he’d joined. “Wow. I didn’t expect that.”
“I’ll redo my direct deposit so you get money automatically when I get paid twice a month. How about we start with fifty a paycheck and go from there? Once we don’t have to pay rent I can probably afford more.”