I reached into my pocket, pulled out that exact same crumpled $1 bill, and dropped it onto the floor right in front of his face.
“Keep your money, Dad,” I said quietly, turning my back on them as my mother began to wail in the background. “Go earn your own. I’m going to the federal building.”

End of story — Part 6 of 6
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