Margaret Walked Away From Scottsdale With a Blue Mug and Eighty-Nine Million Dollars
“The bank took the direct wire Arthur Vance arranged,” Daniel said.
“I know,” I said.
“Mr.
Vance phoned my house line at noon.”
“The foreclosure hold is on file with the county clerk,” he said.
“The Scottsdale house is out of immediate default.”
He looked over at the empty wooden porch swing hanging on its zinc chains in the shade.
“Mind if I sit down for a minute, Mom?” he asked.