Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
The tuition bill is on the fridge.
I was going to write a check tomorrow.”
“Don’t.
I’ll schedule it tonight.”
She said good night without adding anything sharp at the end.
The house was dark when I got there.
I turned on the small lamp in my office and set the cardboard box on the card table I used as a desk.
It was the only piece of furniture I had bought for myself in four years.