Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
Sarah’s pen stopped.
“She told me you were harassing her.”
“Mrs.
Prescott, do you want to add the bank receipt to the report?” Sarah asked.
“No,” Brenda said.
Sarah wrote it down anyway.
A woman across the street stood in her driveway with a garden hose.
The water ran onto the concrete, not the grass.