an adventure, and the older they got the more they understood he was lying, but they played along anyway because they were kind children and they understood without being told that he was doing the best he could.
There were nights when Walter sat at the kitchen table after the boys were asleep and did the math again and again, looking for a number that would make things easier, and there wasn’t one.
There were nights when the weight of what he’d taken on, the responsibility, the illegality of the
