Margaret Walked Away From Scottsdale With a Blue Mug and Eighty-Nine Million Dollars
My voice stayed level.
“Give me the envelope.”
Daniel drew a small key ring out of his pocket, worked the silver Buick key free, and dropped it into my open hand.
“You’re being stubborn about this, Mom,” Daniel said, sliding his wristwatch back into place.
“You can’t drive long distances on your own.
Your eyesight at dusk isn’t what it was three years ago.”
“The blue envelope, Daniel,” I said.
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