At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

Nothing more.

Elliot studied finance at Indiana University and had spent the previous summer working in his father’s warehouse.

Dad had started mentioning him more often that spring.

“Elliot’s got a good head on his shoulders.”

“You two always got along.”

“He understands family business.”

I thought Dad was matchmaking in an irritating but harmless way.

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