"How are we going to make money now, if you don't have a job?"
Jim stared at the hole in the wall where the phone used to be, and ripped apart sympathy cards that he got in the mail.
The shards fell into the trash, along with Donny's computer and box of tissues he used to keep on his desk.
"What is money good for anymore, if I can't use it to make Donny happy?"
