My Five-Year-Old Grandson Called His Mother From Our Kitchen—Then Bank Records Revealed Where $41,200 Had Gone
“Chimney.”
“I see,” I told him.
“A good roof too.”
We let him finish talking before the adult conversation resumed.
His picture did not need to become evidence of how the evening felt.
I almost agreed to cancel.
That was the part I told Mara later: not that I had remained certain and firm from the first question, but that a gentle voice over dinner had nearly made me set the request aside.
Mara believed me when I said he sounded sincere.