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

spread his hands.

“It was temporary. I was going to replace it after my quarterly bonus.”

“When?”

No answer.

Dad looked older all of a sudden. Not retired-old. Tired-old.

He reached for the green box, opened it, looked at the watch for maybe two seconds, then shut it again.

The sound of that lid clicking down was small.

Still.

Everybody heard it.

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