Chapter 16 — It Is Not Reasonable to Audit Every Dollar

I went to see my mother in person, and she had a napkin folded into a narrow rectangle in her lap when I walked in, and she kept running her thumb along its edge, folding it smaller as we talked, which is a thing she does when a conversation is going somewhere she would rather it did not.

Linda told me you said I was not doing enough, I said.

I said you have been difficult lately, she said.