Lock me up in the dementia ward!
No son. Not a Chance.
I can just hear my son now. Dad. What sane person believes he possess a magic $100 bill?
Unreal. You’ve lost your grip on reality. You need to be placed in a secured unit for your own good.
But I do have such a bill. I spend it. It returns to my wallet in a most visible way. The by-the-book Care Center attendant takes it away from me. It returns to my wallet. If I tell him it’s a magic bill, he’ll report me to my son. If I tell him nothing, he’ll think I’m a thief or worse.
I must get rid of it. But how? It keeps returning. Maybe Maggie knows. She lent it to me.
Does he have any control over what happens to him?
Order your copy now.
Then you will know if the answer simply is, he needs a change of luck.