Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
I slid the check back into the yellow paper envelope.
The envelope had gone soft at the corners.
Frank watched me fold it.
“You know, a man could buy a bus ticket and a decent suit with that.
Start over where nobody knows his business.”
“That’s the idea.”
He nodded at the coffee cake.
“Your stepbrother came by an hour ago.