How Two Extra Jobs and Forty Thousand Dollars Bought the Old Miller Farm
“Six thousand two hundred dollars,” I said.
“And seven hundred twenty-five due for April rent next Friday.”
He kept his hands at ten and two on the wheel, staring straight at the white line down the middle of the two-lane road.
His ears were still bright red, the heat climbing all the way down his jaw from where he had sat under his mother’s dining room chandelier.
“That card cost two dollars and ninety-nine cents at the pharmacy in town,” Nate said.