How Four Hundred Dollars on a Lancaster Diner Table Changed One Christmas Eve
“He logged sixty hours for you on the warehouse site in the second week of October.”
Martha pulled a folded paper stub out of her coat lining and laid it right beside the green log line.
“He gave me a cash envelope for thirty-two hours,” Martha said.
“He told me the bank held back the rest for state housing deductions.”
Nathaniel took his pencil from behind his ear and started writing numbers on the back of a scrap of blueprint.
He worked down the column of eleven names, checking the green carbon entries against the altered payroll sheets from his own archive box.