George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel
Brenda was quiet for a moment.
“I know the section.”
“Bring the blue folder.”
“Do you want me to call Mr.
Vance at the hotel tonight?”
“Not yet.”
I set the letter in the top drawer.
The blue legal folder was already there, its edges squared with the wood.
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