Major Hannah Nolan Comes Home to Chesapeake and Discovers Nineteen Thousand Dollars Gone

“That recording’s been cut.”

“Mr.

Nolan, sit down.”

He sat back down.

Evelyn Price, my neighbor, leaned forward from the row behind me and slipped a folded piece of paper into my hand.

A crayon house with four windows, and a little brown bear drawn next to it.

“For afterward,” she whispered.

I tucked it into my pocket and kept my eyes on the bench.