Chapter 6Father observed him for a moment. “Oh, do stop pacing.” His tone was cool, as it usually was. He withdrew a lockbox from a secured drawer and began counting out the bills it contained, stacking them in neat piles.
Wheat stopped prowling around the room. He was tempted to worry the cuticles of his fingernails, but that would irritate his father even more. “I understand you not wanting to disturb Mother, but why didn’t you let me know before now?” he demanded.
“I know you, Morrison. You wouldn’t have been able to keep the information secret. If it got out, it would have caused a panic.” Father took out a handful of envelopes and his favorite fountain pen. Mother had given him that pen.
“It’s causing a panic now.”
“Which is foolish.” The scritch of the pen on paper was the only s
