Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“I have a windfall coming.
Big enough to make a few problems disappear.”
I looked at the motel office window.
Frank stood behind the counter with his keys in his hand, watching us through the glass.
“Frank,” Dustin called.
“Go back to your desk.”
Frank jingled the keys once and didn’t move.
Dustin turned back to me.