My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“We can pay off whatever you want, kid,” Gregory said.
Gregory took his expensive phone from his inside jacket pocket and dialed a familiar number.
“Hello, beautiful,” Gregory said.
He drew out the pet names in a condescending voice, stretching the vowels for anyone listening in the lobby.
“Put your good shoes on, honey.
We’re getting our big checks this afternoon.”
I watched him end the call and smile at his own confident reflection in the glass doors.
He thought he had beaten me for good.
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