Jenna shook her head.
“We can’t take twenty-five thousand dollars.”
Walter smiled.
“I’m not asking you to.”
He turned to Caleb.
“That’s why my note said I hoped you would give it away.”
Caleb blinked.
“You gave me money so I could give it to somebody else?”
“Yes.”
“That’s weird.”
“It probably is.”
“What am I supposed to do with it?”
Walter leaned back.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t?”
“No.”
Caleb stared at him, apparently disturbed that an adult had voluntarily admitted not knowing something.
Walter smiled.
“You bought a red dress because you noticed something other people missed. I thought maybe you’d notice something else.”
For the next several days, Caleb said almost nothing about the money.
I assumed the responsibility was too big for him.
I planned to tell Walter we needed to return it.
Then, on Thursday afternoon, I picked Caleb up from school.
