Forty-One Thousand Two Hundred Dollars Hidden in the Cardboard Box
“I can wear my dark suit,” Edward said.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said, lowering my voice so the women at the front desks wouldn’t turn around.
“It was a foolish thing to ask while I was wiping down the counter.”
“I said I would go,” Edward said.
“It’s a four-hour event,” I said, my voice rising as two more questions came out.
“Do you really want to stand around in a crowded room while Max makes jokes?
Do you know how long four hours feels when nobody is talking to you?”