Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
“Forty thousand dollars,” I said.
“Where did that money come from?”
“From the estate account.”
“Which I’m not on.”
“No, you’re not.”
I took a picture of it before she could pull it back.
“That’s an account record,” the teller said.
“Then it’ll still be here tomorrow.”
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