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

“You’re pulling this stunt because you can’t stand to lose your company,” Tiffany said.

She got up from her chair, bracing herself with both hands flat on the table.

“You’re an old man who forgets where he parked his truck, Garrett.

The board voted.

The lawyers approved the paperwork.

You have no standing in this room.”

“Now turn to page twelve, Vance,” I said.

Vance flipped the page.