When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

amazed.

“You’re fifty-two years old, Grant.”

“So?”

“So maybe stop pretending we’re still kids fighting over who got the bigger slice of cake.”

He hung up.

Beth looked at the phone.

Then at me.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yes.”

“Mom.”

“I heard.”

Her voice softened.

“No more excuses.”

I nodded.

“No more.”

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