“Do you have any family?” I said.
Alex thought about it.
“A couple of uncles,” he said. “They’re out in California. We don’t talk much. A few years ago, one of them wrote me asking for money.”
“What did you say?”
“I sent him a check for a million dollars and told him either he could cash it, or contact me again. But not both.”
“What?”
“None of them ever cared about me when I was poor,” said Alex. “Why should they care about me now that I’m rich?”
He had a point. But when Alex showed me into his room, I was amazed.
It was like a whole other apartment. A private TV room, with a home entertainment system was on the ground floor. A staircase led up to an enormous bedroom, with wide oak rafter and beams. Alex’s bed was the biggest I’d ever seen, and when I got to the bathroom, I squeale
