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

over, put my fingers on the box, and slid it toward the middle of the table.

Eric snapped, “Don’t touch that.”

“Why not? Family paid for it.”

His jaw worked.

Dad looked from me to the box.

“Eric,” he said, slower now, “where did you get the money for that watch?”

Eric didn’t answer right away, which told Dad plenty.

Dana cut in. “It’s a financing arrangement.continue reading …