said, my voice sharper than I’d ever used with my father.
He’d looked genuinely surprised, then shrugged and tossed it at me like it was a napkin. “Keep your worthless souvenir,” he said. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when you walk into some bank and they laugh you out of the building.”
Grandpa had met my eyes and winked.
Not playful. Not silly. Confident.continue reading …
