Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
He tapped the printout.
“That’s why the house is for sale by Friday.
Brenda can’t cover that debt out of her checking account.”
“So the sale is for Dustin.” I rubbed my right wrist.
“Not for her fresh start.”
“Brenda Prescott loves a fresh start the way a cat loves a bath.”
I almost laughed.
Then I saw the account number at the top of the printout, and the laugh went out of me.