Charity Starts at Home
“Roddy, don’t be crude. This counts as charity, a good deed, just like how you donate to our next-door neighbors.
“What? You can be the only good guy draining our savings for a poor widow and her daughter, but I’m wrong for helping an even more struggling college student?”
As his face went red, I poured fuel on the fire.
“Why is it charity when you do it but not when I do? Are you coming at me because your neighbors are a young, beautiful widow and her daughter, while I’m sponsoring a guy?”
“As if!”
I must have struck a nerve because, caught in a moment, Roddy raised his hand at me.
Looking up, I narrowed my eyes at his suspended arm.
“Hit me, Roddy. I dare you to.”
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