My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge

“Don’t ask me for money,” I said.

Arthur pulled one last document from his stack.

“The emergency injunction also covers the house on Elm Street,” Arthur said.

“Since part of the stolen money was used to pay that mortgage.”

Pamela dropped her phone again.

It clattered loudly on the floor tiles.

“You put my house at risk?” Pamela asked.

“It’s my house,” Gregory said.