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

I had chosen because I wanted to eat seafood and watch the sun go down over the water, for no more strategic reason than that. I was going with Javier, a man I had met at the book club, a widower of seventy with gray eyes and a straightforward manner and no interest whatsoever in what I could give him except my company.

We had been seeing each other continue reading …