“That wasn’t the game. That wasn’t Pryce’s design. To keep the money for myself felt like stealing. I’m not rich, relatively speaking.” She turned her head from Archie to Lyle and back again. “But I have savings, I have options. I have time. A strange stranger gave me—gave us—thirteen thousand dollars and told us to use our imaginations. To seek well: to be curious, to find what we can in the world, to be alive while we’re alive. I thought of that line in his obituary—” Lyle’s eyes glittered. “—about regretting arriving at death’s doormat with full pockets. I felt he was saying—don’t hoard
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