me to call him good.
I looked up sharply.
“Cash in the mailbox?”
Walter shook his head.
“Not much.”
“We were poor.”
“I know.”
“We ate soup with water in it.”
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you help more?”
His eyes shone.
“Because every dollar I had came from day labor, scrap work, fixing fences, collecting cans, anything I could do. Most weeks, I had almost nothing.continue reading …
