“Did Dad ever mention the name Cash to you?” I ask. Mom dips the tines of her fork into her light vinaigrette before she digs into her lettuce. “Sweetheart, it’s been a long time since I spoke to your dad. But Cash—wasn’t he one of the neighbors’ boys? The Rivers, I think. There were so many of those kids, I couldn’t keep track. They just kept having them.” “Cash was at the reading of the will.” “Really?” That gets Mom’s attention. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
