the family added the sitting room, a forbidding limit and had never like with dark green walls, tacky carpeting dark leather chairs and a heavy desk. bernie sat by himself on its large leather sofa. ruth sat on a chair next to the couch. andrew to the ottoman and mark the desk chair. the four face one another city a considerable distance apart. i don't know where to start, bernie begins again. you start to sell. i'm broke. how is that possible? i don't understand. the money is gone. it's over. i don't understand, andrew repeated how can it be? we're having an okay year. what happened is this about the retention? and bernie said something more terrible than they could have imagined. it's all been one big lie. it is a giant ponzi scheme and it's been going on for years and there's been all these retention and i can't keep it going anymore. i can't do it. andrew stared at his father, his mind a jumble of disconnected thoughts and phrases. he was trying to piece together what his father was think of the senses kept it that britain. he was frustrated as they continue to disappear. ruth lit a cigaret