My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“Is he really going to walk in here?”
“Greed keeps a very predictable schedule,” Arthur said.
“He believes he’s walking in here today to collect a huge payout.”
Mr.
Miller checked his silver wristwatch.
It was two-fifteen in the afternoon.
“I have security standing by near the lobby entrance,” Mr.
Miller said.