The Board members had made money. Their undocumented accounts had grown considerably, and they’d made sure to diversify their portfolios: some off-shore, some Swiss. I came to this city with naïve enthusiasm making my chest swell and my footsteps eager, but I realized I had the misfortune to walk right into my role as patsy.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” we said.
We thought we could hide it. We did so well for so long. We passed laws and took down signs and shared seats on the bus.
We proclaimed that we were the world.
But the secret didn’t want to lose.
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