Frank stopped jingling his keys and looked down at the row of green bills.

“I told you I was going to sell that piece to a jewelry broker in the city,” Frank said.

“I’m here to buy it back,” I said.

Frank picked up the first bill and held it up to the buzzing fluorescent light overhead.

“Three hundred and fifty was our agreement,” Frank said.

“Take all four hundred,” I said.

Frank folded the four bills neatly in half and slipped them into his shirt pocket.

“You got lucky I didn’t make the drive to the jewelry broker yesterday afternoon,” Frank said.