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My favorite pictures of my dad are the few where he's out of focus--because that's how people are, really, and so I settled on one of those, a picture he'd taken of himself with a friend at a Pacers game, the basketball court behind them, their features blurred.
And then I told him. I told him that I lucked into some money and that I'd try to do right by it and that I missed him.
--
I'd put the phone and charger away by the time Daisy showed up. She was walking toward Applebee's when I called to her through Harold's open window. She came over and got into the passenger seat.
"Can you give me a ride home after this? My dad is taking Elena to some math thing."
"Yeah, of course. Listen, there's a bag under your seat," I said. "Don't freak out."
She reached down, pulled out the bag, and opened it. "Oh, fuck," she whispered. "Oh my God, Holmesy, what is this? Is this real?" Tears sprouted from her eyes. I'd never seen Daisy cry.
"Davis said it was worth it to him, that he'd rather give us the reward than have us snooping around."
"It's real?"
"Seems to be. I guess his lawyer is going to call me tomorrow."
"Holmesy, this is, this is--is this one hundred thousand dollars?"
"Yeah, fifty each. Do you think we can keep it?"
"Hell yes, we can keep it."
I told her about Davis calling it a rounding error, but I still worried that it might be dirty money or that I might be exploiting Davis or . . . but she shushed me. "Holmesy. I'm so fucking done with the idea that there's nobility in turning down money."
"But it's--like, we only got this money because we know someone."
"Yeah, and Davis Pickett only got his money because he knew someone, specifically his father. This is not illegal or unethical. It's awesome."
She was staring out the windshield. It had started to drizzle a little--one of those cloudy days in Indiana when the sky feels very close to the ground.
Out on Ditch Road, a stoplight turned yellow, then red. "I'm gonna go to college," she said. "And not at night."
"I mean, it's not enough to pay for all of college."
She smiled. "Yeah, I know it's not enough to pay for all of college, Professor Buzzkill. But it is fifty thousand dollars, which will make college a hell of a lot easier." She turned to me and grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. "HOLMESY. BE HAPPY. WE ARE RICH." She pulled a single hundred-dollar bill from one of the stacks and pocketed it. "Let's have the finest meal Applebee's has to offer."
--
At our usual table, Daisy and I shocked Holly by ordering two sodas. When she returned with our drinks, she asked Daisy, "You want the Blazin' Texan burger?"
"Holly, what is your best steak?"
Holly, unamused as usual, answered, "None of them are that good."
"Well, then I'll have my usual Blazin' Texan burger, but I'd like to upgrade my side to onion rings. And yes, I know it's extra."
Holly nodded, then turned her eyes to me. "Veggie burger," I said. "No cheese or mayonnaise or--"
"I know your order," Holly said. "Coupon?"
"Not today, Holly," Daisy answered. "Not today."
--
We spent most of dinner imagining how, precisely, Daisy would retire from Chuck E. Cheese's. "I want to go in tomorrow, totally normal day, and when I draw the short straw and have to get in the Chuckie costume, I just walk off with it. Walk right through the doors, into my brand-new car, take Chuckie home, get him taxidermied, and mount him on the wall like a hunting trophy."
