“How generous were you?” I ask instead. “Five hundred thousand dollars.” I narrow my eyes at him. “What kind of nonprofit?” “They do sea turtle nest monitoring,” he replies. I sit back and blink, confused. “You donated half a million dollars to a group that monitors sea turtles?” He nods. “Well…why?” “It’s complicated,” he replies. “Try me.” He just shrugs. “Call it guilt.” “Guilt? You donated half a million dollars to a sea turtle nonprofit out of guilt? What, did you murder a family of sea turtles? Did you mow them down in a yacht or something?”
