My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“Well, I’m glad we cleared up this little misunderstanding,” Gregory said.
“It’s time you stopped living in a fantasy world, sweetie.”
Pamela slid out of the booth and started buttoning her expensive coat.
“Try to find a real job this week,” Pamela said.
“Something that actually paysss.”
Dustin grabbed a mint toothpick from the plastic dispenser on the table.
“Thanks for dinner, sis,” Dustin said.
“Let me know when the cookie fortune clears.”