The Shoebox
The table
Kyle showed up at a quarter past nine with two big shopping bags from the mall and his coat hanging open, though it was cold enough outside to hurt. He set the bags on Linda's couch like a man setting down a trophy. Presents got opened after dinner; that had been the rule in this house since he and Dana were kids. Kyle didn't feel like waiting.
For Linda, a robot vacuum, and for Pam a watch, which Pam opened, looked at and closed again with a smile that didn't quite finish becoming one. For Tyler, a pair of headphones that cost more than his first car. For Emma, a college basketball hoodie, which she pulled on over her Christmas sweater without a word, and from Emma that was a lot.
"From the returns," Kyle said, and winked at Jake. "Three percent doesn't take Christmas off."
Jake smiled about as much as he had to, since he'd brought a bottle of wine and a tin of cookies. Through dinner he mostly talked to the ham. That week bitcoin had dipped below $47,000, and now it was back around $50,000, which made his $3,000 worth about $2,250. He knew without looking, which was the one improvement December had brought.
At the other end of the table Tyler, who had told him at the diner that he never checked the price, checked it twice between the salad and the ham. Emma noticed, and didn't say anything.
The kitchen
They sent Emma to the kitchen for ice, because she was the youngest and the youngest always gets the ice. The door was half shut. When she pushed it she saw her grandmother by the fridge with her back to her and Uncle Kyle facing her. Between them was a bank envelope, going from Linda's hands to his.
"It's eight thousand," Linda was saying, low. "Don't say anything to your sister. You know how she gets."
"Mom, a year from now this is a whole different number. I promise."
Kyle slid the envelope into the inside pocket of his blazer, kissed his mother on the forehead and left through the other door, the one to the hall, without seeing Emma. Linda saw her, and for a moment the two of them just looked at each other, the grandmother with her hands still open and the granddaughter with an empty ice bucket. Then Linda smiled like she'd been caught stealing a chocolate.
"Come here. I want to show you something."
She climbed onto a chair, which she'd been forbidden to do since her knee, and brought down a shoebox from the top shelf of the hall closet. It was an old one, from a department store that didn't exist anymore, soft at the corners. Inside were envelopes, and inside the envelopes were stiff printed certificates with a portrait of somebody from history and a name typed across the middle. The box smelled like the school library.
"Savings bonds," Linda said. "Your grandpa bought them out of every paycheck at the plant, for a real emergency. They quit earning interest years ago."
"So they're worthless?"
"The girl at the bank says they're worth plenty. I'd just have to fill out a form and mail them off to the government, and get it notarized, and find his papers." She shrugged. "So there they sit. But I'm not throwing them out."
Emma held one up to the light over the stove, the way her dad held up twenties. Linda let her. Then she put the lid on the box, got it back up on the top shelf without any help and gave Emma a handful of ice from the freezer, as if nothing at all had happened in that kitchen.
The picture
At a quarter to midnight Dana wanted the picture they took every year, in front of the tree, and her phone was dead. She picked up Jake's without asking, because in twenty years she'd never had to ask, and started arranging everybody: Linda in the middle, the tall ones in back, Emma up front in the new hoodie.
The alert dropped down just as she had the screen up to frame the shot. A white banner at the top with the exchange's logo: BTC back above $50,000.
Dana read it. Jake watched her read it from behind the couch, between Kyle and Tyler, with his picture smile already on. She swiped it away, took three pictures in a row and handed him back the phone without a word.
The drive
They left at one-twenty. The car was freezing and the windshield took a long time to clear, so for a while the only sound was the fan, and Emma sat in the back with her earbuds in and the new hoodie on, looking at her phone.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Dana said at the first light on 161, without looking at him.
Jake felt his mouth go dry. He had the whole answer ready in his head, the transfer, the word "roof," the two thousand dollars out of the savings account, and for a second he thought about saying all of it, right there, with the heat on high.
"A little," he said. "My own money. Just trying it out. Everybody at work's in."
Dana nodded slowly and didn't ask how much or from where, the two questions Tyler had asked in November, and Jake breathed.
She didn't say another word the rest of the way home.
The ceiling
Dana went to bed first. Jake stayed in the kitchen putting away things that didn't need putting away, and by the time he finally got into bed she was lying on her back with her eyes open, looking at the ceiling. On her nightstand, under her book, was a form from the hospital's HR office, folded in thirds and not filled in.
"Night, babe."
"Night."
She didn't ask about the savings account. Not yet.
The December statement for the joint account would land in both their inboxes on Saturday, January 1, same as always.
What was real in this episode
Nobody in this family exists; the rules around them do. Ohio isn't a community property state: the IRS lists nine of those, Arizona, California, Idaho, Louisiana, Nevada, New Mexico, Texas, Washington and Wisconsin [1]. Where Ohio law does divide things, in a divorce, property either spouse acquired during the marriage counts as marital property, and the statute's starting point is that "the division of marital property shall be equal" [2].
The same statute has a line that fits this kitchen and this car: "If a spouse has engaged in financial misconduct, including, but not limited to, the dissipation, destruction, concealment, nondisclosure, or fraudulent disposition of assets, the court may compensate the offended spouse with a distributive award or with a greater award of marital property" [2]. It only comes into play if a marriage ends, and nothing in this episode says Jake and Dana's will.
Linda's shoebox is real in its details, too. TreasuryDirect says bonds from series including E no longer earn interest but can still be cashed, either at a bank that handles them or by mailing FS Form 1522 with the bonds [3]. The form itself says that if the bonds are worth more than $1,000 in total, it has to be signed in front of a notary or certifying officer [4].
And the alert on Jake's phone isn't exaggerating. On Friday, December 24, 2021, bitcoin closed at $50,815, above $50,000 for a second straight day after a 4.4% jump on Thursday, with the Fear & Greed Index at 41, fear [5].
Sources
- Internal Revenue Service: Publication 555, Community Property. Primary.
- Ohio Revised Code, section 3105.171, divisions (A)(3)(a), (C)(1) and (E)(4), as reproduced by FindLaw. Primary (the statute's text; the official Ohio Laws site was unreachable when we checked it).
- TreasuryDirect: Cashing old bonds from other series. Primary.
- Bureau of the Fiscal Service: FS Form 1522, Special Form of Request for Payment of United States Savings and Retirement Securities Where Use of a Detached Request Is Authorized. Primary.
- Alternative.me: Crypto Fear & Greed Index, reading for December 24, 2021. Primary (the index publisher).
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