"I have a secret; and I just know your not gonna like it."

 "John. . . what is it?", a concerned middle-aged woman asks alertly.

John, a thirty +year-old lets out deep breath. "I stole from you. . .and your father. I stole money because I was jealous of you. and I needed it. Just so much of it."

 "John," she says, looking down at the 1970's kitchen tiles. "John I don't understand why you would do this," She lookes up at him with sad eyes. "I am your cousin and my dad is your uncle. What were you thinking?"

 "I just wanted. . ."

"You have a wife. You have a family who dotes upon you. You work for a chemical company."

 "Will you let me explain. . .please? Carole, I don't like asking people for money. As you know, I am a product of obesity and I need help paying for the surgury."

There's a long pause so Carole can digest. "How much money and what else did you steal?"