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

Frank cleared his throat heavily.

“I’m going to say a thing, and then I’m going to stop saying it.

In the spring I put eleven thousand dollars into one of Daniel’s deals.

My own name, not yours.

I have already talked to Arthur about it.”

I set the trunk down on the bench.

“You did not mention that in November.”

“You were busy in November.” He cleared his throat again.