My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge

I had completely forgotten his name was even on the paperwork.

He had gone into a different branch and emptied my account the morning after I refused to sign his waiver.

I stood on the concrete island staring at the printed numbers.

My father had taken every dollar I had left to live on.

My phone buzzed in my coat pocket.

I pulled it out and saw Arthur’s office number on the screen.

“I spoke with Mr.