"Can I see it? Can I see the pictures in there?" With her father's approval, Anna begins emptying his wallet. Credit cards, receipts, and snapshots teeter in crooked piles on the living room table. She pries an inner fold of the wallet open with her small hands, then bends both knees and brings her face close to examine the soft green papers wedged inside. "What's that, mommy? Is it ... money? Can I touch it?" Gingerly, she removes a few dollars. And then a five-spot. A twenty. "This," Anna announces solemnly, draping a limp bill across the raised pink bug bite on her ankle, "is to keep your owies warm. And this..." she pauses, contemplating the remaining bills clutched in her hand like a wilted, grimy bouquet, "... can I give this to the rabbits?"2005-10-20
"Only if daddy says it's okay, sweetie."