“He told us money was tight when he wouldn’t put fifty dollars toward the shared tractor diesel last month,” Dad said.

“He told me he didn’t have fifty dollars to spare.”

“He had eighteen thousand dollars to spend on fancy restaurants and resorts,” I said.

Mom looked up from the paper, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Does Ruth know she was using your money?” Mom asked.

“I don’t know what Mark told her,” I said.

“But he added her name from his own laptop while telling me we were broke.”

“Eleven months of calculated entries isn’t a mistake, Carl, it’s a system,” I said.