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

“She protected me from you,” I said.

“I just wanted what was fair,” Gregory said.

“You tossed her savings passbook into the mud at Cedar Ridge,” I said.

“You called her legacy worthless while you were trying to steal it behind my back.”

Gregory dropped his hand.

He stopped adjusting his cuffs.

“Please,” Gregory said.

“Don’t let them send me to jail, Sammy.”