At 6 A.M. My Daughter Texted Me About the Money She Took and Said She Was Gone for Good

was in order.”

Another pause, longer. “Beatrice, don’t play games. Is there something we need to know about that money?”

“Richard,” I said, “you made the decision to take that bag without asking me. Now you live with what you decided.”

I hung up feeling something I had not felt in years. The small, clean satisfaction of holding information that someone continue reading …