I Could Never Talk to My Dad About How I Saved Him From Prison
He Never Told Me About His Shady Betting Ring, but I Covered His Tracks Anyway
I stood frozen with two of my sisters, Donna and Elaine, as we stared at the millions of pieces of little white paper that were lying in front of us on the floor, items that had spilled from a shoebox hidden in my parents’ walk-in closet. We knew that these little bits of paper with combinations of letters and numbers on them were what the FBI was hunting for just one flight below us.
I was 12 years old and doing something seriously unlawful, though I didn’t know that …
