At A Restaurant Dinner, My Family Asked Me To Sign Something I Was Not Expecting

months of transfers. I sat at my kitchen table while Biscuit walked across the papers I’d been grading for Lily’s homeschool supplement and I scrolled and I added and I looked at the number.

Forty-six thousand eight hundred dollars.

I said it out loud to the empty kitchen, quietly. Forty-six thousand eight hundred dollars. In three years. While Lily continue reading …