“One phone call on Thursday. Start there.”“I will.”
On the drive home, Ben apologized for taking my payments after Thursdays became personal.
Dad had managed us both until the end.
“Oh yes. I forgot about that part. Why did you keep taking the payments?”
Ben gave me a smile.
“Your father said you would become suspicious if the arrangement changed.”
He was right.
I stared through the windshield.
Ben started to defend himself.
Dad had managed us both until the end.
“Don’t think you’re getting any more out of this,” I said with a smirk.
Ben started to defend himself, trying to make me believe he’d never wanted the money.
I raised one hand.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. You still looked after my dad. Thursday drives just aren’t work for you anymore.”
“Your father would argue with that point.”
Ben was quiet for several miles.
