He passed the heavy paper across the table.

I looked at the printed numbers.

It was for eleven thousand four hundred dollars.

“Your grandmother authorized emergency living stipends for you in section four of the original terms,” Arthur said.

“She knew exactly who we were dealing with.”

I folded the check in half and tucked it safely into my pocket.

I could pay my overdue rent, replace my broken Buick, and still have money left over for groceries.

“Will he actually show up?” I asked.