I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

I looked at her.

“I mean exactly that. There are no authorized users except me. I gave debit access. I did not give ownership.”

My father finally lifted his head from the menu.

He had that pinched look he gets when something inconvenient enters his line of sight. Not painful. Inconvenient.

“Let’s not do this here,” he said.

Of course.

Not don’t do this. continue reading …