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

at the total. His eyes actually widened. No performance left now. Just math.

“Sixty-four eighty-three?” he said. “That’s before the watch.”

Nobody answered him.

My mother looked at Dad.

Dad looked at the bill.

Then he looked at me.

He said, “How much is left in the account?”

“Nothing you can access.”

His mouth tightened.

“How much?”

I held his eyes.

“Twenty-three continue reading …