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

Arthur took off his glasses and started polishing them with a cloth from his breast pocket.

He cleared his throat loudly.

“Just ten thousand,” Dustin said.

“It would wipe out my high-interest credit cards.

You wouldn’t even notice it was gone with how much is sitting in that trust.”

“No,” I said.

“Come on, Samantha, don’t be greedy.”

“I’m not giving you ten thousand dollars,” I said.