An Eleven-Month Paper Trail Revealed Where Eighteen Thousand Dollars Had Really Gone

“That’s your money, Nora,” Grace said.

“Nobody else has a signature card on that account.”

“Nobody,” I said.

Ben pulled out his chair and looked at the passbook.

“Is that enough for school books next month?” Ben asked.

“It’s enough for your school books, your track fees, and Daisy’s shoes,” I said.

“I want blue ones with white laces,” Daisy said.

“Blue with white laces,” I said, making a pencil mark on the ledger page.