Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
“August second.
September fourteenth.
October twenty-first.
All three on your daughter’s account, and all three asking what a lender would advance against a cosigned note.”
“Cosigned by who?”
“By Claire.” He pushed the first page across.
“Only it isn’t her hand.”
I held it up to the window light.
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