“That Bank Closed in the ’80s,” My Father Scoffed—The Account Was Very Much Still There

down on everyone below her. And then there was me, Declan Patrick Mercer, the youngest, the disappointment, the one who became an electrician instead of something impressive, who married a working-class woman and lived in a modest house and never understood that the whole point of being a Mercer was to be better than where you came from.

I was the only continue reading …