My Family Planned To Move In Until I Asked For Eight Hundred Sixty Thousand

in the hours that remained. I ate badly. I was a kind of tired that had no bottom to it.

But I had a plan now, and plans gave me something to hold on to.

I opened a bank account my family did not know about. Each week I deposited whatever I could hide in the margin between what I gave them and what I kept. Twenty dollars. Fifty. On a good week, a hundred.continue reading …