at the elbows. When I was twenty-one, he explained that money provided independence, responsibility, and a way out when someone assumed you were trapped. I’d dismissed the lesson as overly dramatic. Now I understood its value.
“Send it,”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“All right.”
Three days elapsed, then four, without word from Aaron or Margaret. His sister sent only: I didn’t realize. I left it unanswered. On Friday, Nathan called while I was slicing lemons. My knife stopped against the cutting board.
“They saw it.”
“And?”
“There was a request for
