When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

walked outside.

Mrs. Kinney was on her porch again.

“Eleanor?” she called. “You all right?”

I looked over at her.

She was wearing a pink sweatshirt with a glittery cardinal on it.

Her little dog had a blue bow.

Ordinary things.

Safe things.

“I’m going for a drive,” I said.

She frowned.

“In the middle of all this?”

“Yes.”

I got into the Buick.

The engine turned continue reading …