A single package of chicken already cost nearly half that amount. Pork was expensive, and even tomatoes had increased in price that week. As I walked slowly through the aisles I realized something uncomfortable.
I had enough money in my bank account to buy everything needed for a proper meal. I could easily add my own money and prepare something generous for the guests. Dorothy would receive praise, Kevin would be satisfied, and nobody would ever know that I had paid the difference myself.
But as I stood in front of the produce section another thought appeared in my mind, one that refused to disappear.
Why was it always my responsibility to fix every problem quietly?
Why could she invite twenty people without hesitation while I was expected to create a miracle with one hundred dollars?
For several minutes I stood there holding the small stack of bills. Then I made a decision that surprised even me.
I bought exactly what one hundred dollars could buy.
Not a dollar more.
When I returned to the house the patio was already filling with guests. Folding chairs surrounded the long tables while laughter and conversation filled the air. Dorothy moved between people with a proud smile.