I had thought of it as the thing that would fix everything, the reward at the end of the endurance.

And standing there, I understood, all at once, that money had never fixed anything at all.

My family had had a hundred thousand dollars, and it had not made them kind.

It had made them worse.

It had bought them the SUV and the granite and the shop, and it had bought Phedra a shed and a shaved head, because money does not change what a person is — it only gives them more room to be it.

The greedy become greedier.