When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

face.

Beth took me to the diner for pancakes.

We sat in the booth Frank liked, the one by the wall with the framed picture of the old train depot.

Beth poured too much syrup.

I pretended not to notice.

“What will you do now?” she asked.

“With what?”

“Everything.”

I looked out the window.

A man helped his wife step carefully over a patch of ice.

A teenage waitress continue reading …