A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
“She said you keep plenty of it under the house anyway,” Chloe said, turning back to the TV, where a soap commercial was on.
“She said you’re getting too old to spend it all yourself.”
I stood in the middle of the rug, looking at the bare floor where Megan’s oak dining table had stood before Tiffany had it hauled off to the county dump three months ago.
“Did she mention anything else about the accounts?” I asked.
Chloe didn’t answer.
She reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned the volume up until a studio audience filled the high ceilings.
I stood by myself in the middle of my own living room while Chloe laughed at something a comedian said on TV.
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