Margaret Walked Away From Scottsdale With a Blue Mug and Eighty-Nine Million Dollars
“Is that so,” I said.
“We gave you eighteen months to get your affairs in order,” Daniel said.
“You’ve got your monthly Social Security deposit, and we moved your Tucson accounts into standard money market funds.
There are very clean, fully managed senior apartments four miles down Shea Boulevard.”
“The ones with the gated courtyard,” Renee put in, handing the carrots to Chloe.
“They handle all the linen service and meal prep.”
“I know that road well,” I said.
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