A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway

Arthur stopped rubbing his knuckles and looked down at his own shaking fingers.

“I was drinking, Garrett,” he said quietly.

“I left my seal on the desk while I went into the back room.”

“I know you were,” I said.

“And now you’re going to make it right.”

“If her lawyers fight this in court, they’ll call the bar association,” Arthur said.

“They’ll pull my license.”

“Your license won’t be worth a damn if you wind up in state prison as an accessory to fraud,” I said.