My son called me at 2 a.m. « Your card was rejected at the luxury hotel. Send me $9,000 now or they won’t let me leave! » I replied, « Call your wife. » Then I hung up the phone and went back to sleep. The call I received from the police the next morning…
My name is Evelyn Mercer. I am seventy-one years old, a widow, and until one cold Tuesday morning, I thought I understood exactly what my place was in my family.
I was the dependable one.