Nora Played Six Days of Recordings at Her Second Anniversary Dinner
If he asks, you never touched it.”
I drove to Arthur’s shop with the list folded in my coat pocket.
The garage smelled of rubber and sawdust.
My father had the blue metal cash box open on his workbench before I got Maya out of the stroller.
“Three thousand dollars,” he said.
He counted it in stacks of twenties.
“For Sarah.” He didn’t look at me while he counted.
“I’ll pay you back.