The Wire That Stopped at My Kitchen Table
And if protecting it meant that a four-hundred-dollar school bill had to wait three days for the review to clear, then it would wait.
That was not cruelty.
That was the whole point of having built the wall in the first place.
Chapter 21 — It’s Already Moving
At 9:22 that night Monique sent a photograph of a printed transfer receipt.
I opened it.
The amount was $150,000, the destination an account in Dubai, the reference field a transaction code I did not recognize.
Below it she had written: See, Kiki?