Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm
The low hum of the appliance filled the quiet kitchen.
I picked up one of the coffee mugs and traced the ceramic rim with my finger.
Our whole private savings plan had been wrecked in one afternoon.
I asked Luke what we were going to do now.
He turned around and said we needed to pull up our savings account right away.
“We have to see exactly what we have.”
We cleared the unpaid bills off the coffee table and sat on the carpet.