You’ve done well for yourself.

And you’re single, no one to answer to.

Maybe you could help.

Maybe you could pay for a few things for her, some therapy, some equipment.

It would mean something, coming from someone.”

I said I’d think about it.

And I did think about it, though not in the way Greg meant.

He had offered me the idea of writing a check, of being a distant benefactor to a child I would never meet, of doing a comfortable good from a safe distance.