Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“You’ve got the look of a man who just got sent down to the minors.”
“You went through my room.”
“I went through my mother’s money.
Turns out it was in with your socks.
That isn’t a serious place to keep anything, by the way.
A man with a plan rents a box.”
“That check is already bought and paid for.
It’s a cashier’s check, Dustin.