Jane and Rebecca were returning home, and Jane filled the car with the gas and paid the money.

“I will pay you back later,” Rebecca told her.

“Stop kidding,” Jane retorted. “If I count all the times you spent money on me, I might have to sell my house to pay you back. So, don’t make me feel bad by saying stupid things.”

Rebecca pursed her lips together. She had booked flight tickets for Jane dozens of times over the past five years or so and also did so many favors for her. It wasn’t that Jane