How a Fourteen-Dollar Yellow Baby Blanket Brought Down a Regional Director
“This has to go to Attorney Vance’s office by certified mail,” I said.
“Return receipt requested?” Tom asked, pulling a sheet of green stickers from under the counter.
“Yes, please,” I said.
“I want the green card signed and sent back to Sarah’s mailbox.”
Tom pressed the green sticker across the top seam of the thick envelope and set it on the digital scale.
“That’ll be five dollars and forty cents,” Tom said.
I counted out five one-dollar bills and two quarters from my cloth coin purse.