Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
It gave with a click that went up my arm.
The box came out heavier than it looked.
I had to brace my elbow against the wall.
“Easy,” Arthur said.
“Set it on the table.”
The metal box made a flat sound on the wood.
Arthur took the lid, and I held the base.
Inside, on top, lay a folded deed with a blue cover sheet.