My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“Is this check real?” I asked.
“Are you absolutely sure this is allowed before the probate judge signs the final order?”
Mr.
Miller clicked his ballpoint pen twice.
He opened a thick manila folder and took out a single sheet of paper with a perforated edge.
“This is a certified cashier’s check from our central reserve,” Mr.
Miller said.
“It draws directly from the restricted trust principal.”
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