When the money went missing, I maintained that I handed it to Jeff. He maintained that he didn’t touch it. I was wrong about the details. I did hand the money to someone. Just not to Jeff. I handed it to Garrett, and he hit the jackpot. Except he has no concept of money so he didn’t know just how much money he was slipping into his Superman billfold. When I was searching frantically for the “$500.00”, he didn’t know that $500.00 was the money I gave him to hold while I finished putting away the other things in my hands.
The best part of the story is that he keeps his wallet in his underwear drawer, and I’ve opened and closed that drawer about 120 times, passing my hand over the wallet at least twice a day since it happened, never bothering to look inside.
Garrett did not get in trouble. It was my fault completely. What did happen is that Emma found the money and when I saw it I grabbed both Emma and Garrett and did a happy dance. Twice.
That money burned a hole right through my pocket and is now gas fumes. It took us 1800 miles though, and the mini vacation was well worth it. Those details are to come. Right now I have mounds and mounds of laundry to finish.