Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
“You don’t need a new mother,” I said.
“I’m right here.”
“You like the Army more than me.”
“That’s a lie,” I said.
“A terrible lie.
You’re the most important person in my whole life.”
She looked at the rabbit, then back at me.
I stood up and took a folded sheet of paper from my breast pocket.