These Dreams of You

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Zan is tired of every single decision being about money. He doesn’t flatter any sense of his own victimization by believing they’re exactly poor; Zan understands that a crummy hotel isn’t a serious definition of poverty. Poverty, he knows, is not only having no money or resources but no hope; and though he has no idea what hope they might reasonably entertain at this point, he hasn’t yet given up assuming that it exists or someday will. “Parker,” he answers his son quietly, “we couldn’t afford the other places. I’m sorry.”