"Look around you at the kind of life I gave to my family. You sent your daughter a few thousand dollars a month. A month," Henry repeated so it would be understood how little that was. "What was that going to do for her here?"
"That's strange. What I sent for her wasn't a few thousand a month. It might have started off low when I was working my way up but I wouldn't call fifteen thousand dollars a month little. On birthdays, it was twenty-five thousand and when she graduated high school it was fifty for her to get a good car. Kids like shiny things right?" Dean asked.
Dean didn't want Veronica to feel out of place among her peers.
