My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a crisp white envelope, and slid it across the table to me.
“Then you wasted a trip, pumpkin,” Gregory said.
“Open it.”
I picked up the envelope.
The paper was stiff.
Inside was a single sheet of First Horizon Bank letterhead.
The document looked completely official.
It had a printed date from five years ago.