On My 16th Birthday, My Father Gave Me $10 and Told Me to Leave. Then I Handed Him an Envelope He Wasn’t Ready to Open.

in insurance sales, and Vicki did bookkeeping from home. We weren’t poor—we had a house, food on the table, heat in winter—but we weren’t comfortable either. Or so I’d been told. Meanwhile, Knox—Lester’s son from his first marriage to a woman who’d left when Knox was a baby—seemed to live in an entirely different economic reality. New clothes when continue reading …