My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
The metal sound echoed loudly in the quiet conference room.
“Well, this got weird fast,” Dustin said.
Nobody laughed at his joke.
Dustin looked at Mr.
Miller, then over at Arthur.
He finally walked around the large table and stopped two feet away from me, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“You really pulled one over on the old man,” Dustin said.
I kept my hands folded in my lap.
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