Doris set down her wineglass with that careful precision she always had and said, “We’ve been thinking… we’d like to contribute to Johnny’s college fund.”
I smiled politely, expecting maybe a few thousand dollars at most.
They were successful. They owned a chain of boutique hotels across three states. But they’d never been what you’d call “generous” with us.
Then Steven named the amount.
I laughed because I thought I’d misheard him.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Eighty thousand,” he repeated calmly. “We want Johnny to have options. Good schools.
No debt.”
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