Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
“I said it isn’t for sale.
He wrote on a napkin, put the napkin in his coat pocket, and paid for my lunch.”
Frank picked up a sack of flour and set it inside the door.
“I thought he was being a son-in-law,” he said.
“I’ve thought about that napkin every night since Thursday.”
So in July Daniel had a map of my south fence line.
In August somebody practiced my daughter’s signature on a loan inquiry.