Wealth has built up through my generations. I am so happy to see how much I have.

Fifty-two years old, comfortable for the last twenty, and he still reads the right-hand column of a menu first. He knows he can afford anything on it. The eye goes there regardless.

People who grew up without money don't stop hearing the question when the answer changes. The habit outlives the circumstance by decades, and it can sit strangely alongside real security — a full account and an old reflex, in the same person, at the same table.

Seeing how much you have and believing it are two separate arrivals. The second takes longer and isn't really about arithmetic.