During Family Breakfast, My Sister Hurled a Hot Frying Pan at My Daughter

He reached into the pocket of his dark gray jacket and drew out a thick white envelope from Community First Credit Union.

He held the envelope out across the warm hood of my LeSabre.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It’s a certified cashier’s check for eight thousand four hundred dollars,” he said.

“Plus four hundred more for the bank interest your mother took when she cleaned out your joint account Tuesday.”

I looked down at the dark blue bank logo printed in the corner of the heavy envelope.

“Where’d you get this money, Dad?”