“But just think about it. Why would they just give away a motel like that?” my mother asked. “Because they’re old,” I said. “They don’t care about the money. They’re doing it out of the goodness of their heart!” “Have you ever seen anybody in this country do something out of the goodness of their heart?” “The doctor who fixed you up—remember him?” My mother’s face softened. She didn’t talk about the contest being rigged after that. Still, the doubt lingered with me. What if she was right?
