Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years

Due December thirty-first.”

“I know the date.”

“And the co-op sent a second notice.” She pushed it toward me.

“Dad, I have four hundred and ten dollars.

I get paid Friday.

I can put it toward the tax, and I’m sorry, I know that isn’t near enough.”

“Keep your money.”

“It’s my fault he’s doing this.