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

I didn’t give him a smile.

“So you’re actually getting all that insurance money,” Dustin asked.

“The whole trust.”

“Yes,” I said.

Dustin jingled his keys a second time.

He looked over his shoulder at Gregory, who was still frozen in his chair.

“I was thinking,” Dustin said.

“Since you’re about to be rich, maybe you could float me a small loan to cover my car loan.”