"Be careful with this." Her dad handed her the money.
"Where did you get it?"
"Don't lose it, Meta."
She hadn't seen him since her mom came back, and she didn't have to stay with him anymore, didn't have to listen to the women in his room and the mean, rough pillows sitting on his sofa.
She shouldn't ask questions. He was giving her money. She needed money. "Is it real?"
"Yes, it's real. You think I'm a goddamn counterfeiter now?"
"I don't know what you are."
"Well, you oughta know what I'm not. Then you know what I am."
"How am I supposed to know what you aren't? I barely know what you look like."
"Just take the money, Meta. Use it for doctor bills."
He knows about Dr. Shurilar. "There's nothing wrong with me."
"I didn't say there was."
"You didn't say there wasn't."
"There's nothing wrong with you, Meta."
"I can't believe anything you say."
"Who do you believe, huh?"