Nora Played Six Days of Recordings at Her Second Anniversary Dinner
Forty-one thousand two hundred dollars, gone in four moves while I was home with a newborn.
I shut the drawer with my hip, went back to the kitchen, and dialed my father.
He picked up on the second ring.
At ten the next morning I set the folder on Arthur’s workbench and opened it to the wire transfers.
He wiped his hands on a rag before he touched the paper.
“How much are we talking about, Nora?”
“Forty-one thousand two hundred dollars.”
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