For nearly a minute, neither of us spoke.
Then she exhaled.
“I received a notice from school. If my account isn’t brought current, I can’t register next semester.”
“What did your father say?”
“I called him twelve times. He says he’s arranging financing.”
“And you don’t believe him?”
“I saw pictures from a networking reception while he was supposedly meeting lenders.”
The realization had finally reached her, but I did not enjoy watching it happen.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
She looked surprised. “You are?”
“I don’t want your education destroyed.”
“But you still won’t pay.”
“No.”
She nodded slowly. “I figured.”
Then she reached into her backpack.
“I need to show you something.”
She placed several printed emails on the table.
The first discussed my consulting business. The second mentioned my Carmel house. A third referred to an “updated estate plan.”
