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

“Can we just order dinner right nowww?”

Dustin jingled the loose keys in his pocket and let out a short laugh.

“Maybe she thinks Grandma left a million dollars in cookie money,” Dustin said.

“Maybe we’re all rich.”

A man at the next table turned around to look at us.

I lowered my voice.

“I went to First Horizon on Grand Avenue,” I said.

“The teller pulled the file.