By the end of the third day, Howard had found where my one hundred and eighty-six thousand dollars had gone. Most of it had gone into the catering company to cover payroll. Some had gone into Eleanor’s checking account, to cover property taxes she’d told Richard she’d already paid.
Ezoic
“It’s going to get worse,” Howard said, taking off his glasses. “I can feel it. This is a man who’s been hiding something big for a long time.”
Nina looked at me across the table.
“So what do you want to do, Claire?”
I thought about it for a long time.
I thought about nine years of Thanksgivings eating standing up at the counter. Nine years of Claire, can you get me more ice. Nine years of signing guarantees and paying tuition and settling lawsuits, and never once, not one time, being asked to sit at the table.
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