Sam Bankman-Fried's mother's "flash fiction"

Her obviously guilty "son".

Barbara Fried, the Stanford law professor mother of disgraced crypto-currency ex-billionaire Sam Bankman-Fried, was the author of "flash fiction", very short fiction. It's easy to write and easy to read, at least in theory. 

I don't know if her stories offer insight into what's wrong with her horrible son. In one, she fantasizes about being the mother of a dead son. Another is about a mother and child who turn out not to be related, another about an elderly mother with no memory of ever having a child. There's a little bit of a pattern there.

Here's a link to one of Fried's award-winning stories:

https://losangelesreview.org/henry-barbara-fried/ 

At the end of the story is information about the author:

Barbara Fried’s short stories have appeared, among other places, in Bellevue Literary Review, Subtropics, Guernica, and Word Riot. Her story “The Half-Life of Nat Glickstein” was chosen as a Distinguished Story of 2013 by the editors of Best American Short Stories. Other of her stories have received recognition, including finalist in the Bellevue Literary Review’s 2013 Fiction Contest, top 25 in Glimmertrain’s 2014 Very Short Fiction contest, long list in Fish’s 2014-15 Short Story Contest, and semi-finalist in New Millennium’s 2011 Fiction contest.

In her day job, she is a law professor at Stanford University, in which capacity she has written widely on political and moral theory for academic and general audiences.

Here's another:

https://law.stanford.edu/index.php?webauth-document=publication/441932/doc/slspublic/Really%20by%20Barbara%20Fried%20Word%20Riot.pdf

And another:

https://walleahpress.com.au/communion1-Barbara_Fried.html

Here's a page with some links to her other stories and poems:

https://www.bhfried.com/page2

Writing is a popular pastime in prison, something certain members of the Bankman-Fried clan might keep in mind. Sam is walking around free in the Bahamas and says he's down to his last hundred thousand dollars, like we're supposed to feel sorry for him. More than enough to go on the lam. Are there still back alley plastic surgeons?