ON FATHER’S DAY MY MILLIONAIRE SON WALKED INTO MY FREEZING APARTMENT, SAW THE TINNED SOUP ON THE TABLE, AND ASKED HOW I WAS GETTING ALONG ON THE EIGHT THOUSAND A MONTH HIS WIFE SENT ME. I TOLD HIM NOBODY SENDS ME ANYTHING. WHAT NEITHER OF THEM REMEMBERED WAS THAT I SPENT FORTY YEARS AS AN AUDITOR, TRACING MONEY THAT WENT WHERE IT SHOULD NOT HAVE GONE.