“You’re being melodramatic.”
Am I? But Wheat didn’t say the words aloud.
And Father had had the nerve to be furious with him when he’d “let” Adam walk away.
Wheat ran a hand through his hair and began pacing the room. 6
Father 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.”