My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“I don’t understand why we have to come all the way down here,” Dustin complained.
“They should just mail the checks like normal people.”
Gregory adjusted his crisp shirt cuffs as he approached the main teller line.
“Normal people don’t inherit this kind of wealth, Dustin.”
Before Gregory could speak to Lauren, Arthur’s courier stepped right into his path.
The courier was a young man in a neat gray uniform holding a thick cream envelope.
“Gregory Hayes?” the courier asked.
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