Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“I’m supposed to have you in a chair by eleven.
I’m telling you because you asked me a straight question in that bank, and I haven’t had one of those in a while.”
“Two hours,” I said.
“Ten to twelve.”
“Two hours is my job.”
“The closing is at noon.
If I’m wrong, you get a head start on the paperwork.
If I’m right, the report says you caught it.”