As a child, Suzy Morrison eyed her father’s pay packets. He worked in the woollen mill in Milton, New Zealand, and each week he handed Morrison’s mother a plump manila packet. “I was very interested in that envelope,” Morrison says.
Nothing was said about the money, but sometimes while she tried to sleep Morrison heard arguments drift through the ceiling to her bedroom: her mother had spent too much. On those nights, while she lay anxiously listening, Morrison began to fear money, its secrecy and scarcity; and from those first kernels of fear grew decades of debt. She was 63 when she finally became solvent.
