“You shouldn’t be running errands today.

Uncle Raymond can handle the house.”

“Dad’s checking account balance is down to thirty-one thousand dollars,” I said.

“Where is the rest of his money, Julian?”

Julian let out a loud, hearty laugh that ended quickly when he saw my face.

“Dad told me he spent those funds on specialists, so stop poking through his drawers,” Julian said.

“Specialists don’t cost five hundred and seventy thousand dollars in eight months,” I said.

“Dad’s prescription copays were forty-five dollars a bottle, his notary fee was fifteen dollars, and his Buick LeSabre oil changes were thirty-eight dollars.