James stared at the finance sheet with a tired expression, eventually angrily slamming it onto the table with an angry grunt. He'd barely have enough money to feed him and his spouse, not to mention stabilize their home.

It was 1937, right when the Great Depression had ended. Right after he'd almost lost everything. But he had a home and a spouse, and that was enough.

"Honey?" James called, turning his head to the doorway. "Come into the kitchen, will you?" He waited impatiently.