For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
He unzipped his leather portfolio and took out a heavy silver pen.
“The private school tuition went up again,” Mark said.
“Times are tight everywhere.
But we make it work.”
“Listen here,” I said.
“We’re waiting for two more people.”
Mark paused with his pen hovering over the transfer form.
He looked up at me.
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