me how lucky I am to have you. Your sister’s amazing. Myra is such a saint. I’m so sick of being Myra’s little sister. Like I’m this helpless charity case and you’re the hero of the family.”
I let the words settle.
So I asked whether she wanted me to stop helping.
She immediately said she hadn’t said that.
Of course she hadn’t.
She wanted the money.
She just didn’t want the existence of the person providing it to make her uncomfortable.
She picked up her phone.
I knew the
