My Five-Year-Old Grandson Called His Mother From Our Kitchen—Then Bank Records Revealed Where $41,200 Had Gone

That was the kind of question I wanted him to be free to ask.

I made him a small piece and put it on the plate he liked.

He carried it to the table with his drawing and the red crayon.

Mara handed me the grocery receipt.

Thirty-one dollars and eighty-four cents.

I looked at the total twice.

The coincidence was almost funny, though neither of us laughed immediately.

“Chicken was on sale,” she said.