Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“Because the signature looks like yours.
The loop on the M.
The way you cross the t.”
I set my cup down.
“You’ve seen me write my name a thousand times.”
“I have.” He polished the lens with his tie.
“And I’ve seen men sign things they didn’t mean when they were scared.”
“I went to prison for three years.