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

knew if I didn’t have paper, they’d talk over me until reality changed shape again.

Separate Checks

Eric leaned forward in his chair so hard his napkin fell.

“You moved the money tonight? During dinner?”

“This afternoon.”

“For what reason?”

I looked at Noah’s paper plate.

“Take a guess.”

Dana jumped in first. She always does that little polished-wife move continue reading …