Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
All of it.”
She reached into her purse and brought out a cashier’s check.
She held it with both hands like a church bulletin.
“Twenty thousand dollars,” she said.
“Take the money, Mason, and build a real life somewhere else.”
I looked at the amount.
The bank name was First National, Oakwood branch.
“Where did this come from?”