Malcolm’s expression became serious.
“You gave me money on the exact day I needed help getting from where I was to where I had to be.”
He pointed gently toward Ethan. “You had no way of knowing I might inherit anything.”
“I didn’t.”
“You thought I was just some homeless guy.”
Ethan looked uncomfortable. “I didn’t think ‘just.'”
Malcolm stopped. His eyes filled. “Exactly.”
Nobody spoke for a moment.
Then Ethan said, “I can’t keep the gold.”
Malcolm frowned. “Why not?”
“It’s too much.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is.”
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“You gave me all your savings.”
“That was different.”
Malcolm smiled. “Funny. That’s what I told you.”
Ethan looked at me. “Mom.”
I understood what he was asking.
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
Walter spoke. “The gift is legal. I’ve documented it. There are no conditions attached.”
I looked at Malcolm. “You really want him to have it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Why not sell it yourself?”
“Because I have enough now.”
His voice softened. “Ethan gave when he didn’t have enough.”
Malcolm turned toward my son.
“You didn’t help me because you thought you’d get something back.”
Ethan stared at the table.
“You just saw someone who needed help.”
Malcolm smiled.
“I want you to remember that kindness can matter even when you never see what happens afterward.”
Ethan looked at him.
“But you shouldn’t give away thousands of dollars because I gave you $376.”
“I’m not paying you back.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Thanking you.”
Malcolm leaned back.
“And I asked you here because I didn’t want you wondering whether I was still sleeping outside somewhere.”
He gestured toward his clothes. “I’m doing okay.”
Ethan smiled. “You look really different.”
“I’ve been told soap has that effect.”
We all laughed.
Malcolm told us he had rented a small apartment.
Buddy was staying there with him.
He had opened a bank account.
Walter was helping him arrange a financial adviser so he wouldn’t burn through the inheritance.
