Nick returned the $20 to me. It went with him to Greensboro. And now it brings back to me his not having spent it and its journey south. He meant to spend it, but Lee, bless him and curse him, wouldn’t let Nick spend “his own” money, i.e., my money. And so now it’s mine. Again. Mine to lose.
I’m at the airport with Nick Kahn, waiting for him to clear security. I just gave him $30, what my father would have called “walking-around money”—and I asked him to bring me the change and the receipts. Because it’s not my money to give. Or, not only my money. Continue reading