In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain
“How much cash?” I asked.
“Four thousand dollars,” Patty said.
“He didn’t give a cent of it to the sanctuary roof fund.
He walked out the front doors with the envelope in his coat.”
“Did he tell anyone where he was going?”
“He just said he had private accounts to settle,” Patty said, reaching across the table to touch my sleeve.
“Did you know he paid off the fourteen-thousand-dollar balance on your station wagon yesterday?”
I sat back against the vinyl booth cushion and looked at the steam rising from my cup.