Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“And what did you tell her?”
“That it takes paperwork.” Sarah picked up her clipboard.
“Then she smiled at me.”
“She smiled?”
“Like she already had the forms.” Sarah walked to the side door, then stopped.
“Don’t make me choose between my job and your family.”
She left.
Her metal pen stayed on the desk, and I picked it up before the librarian could call after me.