Beside the coins was a folded sheet of notebook paper covered in Elias’s handwriting. Dates ran down the left side. Beside each one, he had written things like “water,” “light,” “laundry,” and “medicine bag,” followed by $10. Then he looked directly at Bianca and said, “I counted every time Grandma had to pay you for being kind.” Nobody at the table moved. My mother covered her mouth while Uncle Desmond slowly picked up the paper and began reading.
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