When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

too much.”

“No,” I said. “Too much is what happens when good children have nowhere safe to go with their anger.”

He lowered his head.

I turned to the room.

I had not planned to speak.

But my life had become rather full of things I had not planned.

“My name is Eleanor Whitaker,” I said.

The microphone squealed.

Everyone winced.

I adjusted it.

“I am seventy-seven continue reading …