my God, Leah, it’s just money.”

I looked at the garment bag, then at my sister’s perfectly curled hair.

“And he’s just my son, right?”

Neither of them replied.

That was reply enough.

PART 3

My mother recovered before Vanessa did.

“Lower your voice,” she hissed, even though I had not raised it. “There are people here.”

“Yes,” I said. “Sick children. Worried continue reading …