Marcus Mebes

I Know What To Do

"Okay, I'm fairly sure I know what to do, at least." The check rippled slightly in my hand as I looked at it, my hand trembling as I sent the email to my former ninth grade English teacher. The first two checks had been shredded weeks ago, and several emails ensued. Each email from me contained a grateful insistence that I couldn't take her money, and each email from her repeated a graceful insistence that her intentions were purely kind, and that I owed her nothing.