Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
Before I went to sleep, I sent Sarah a single line.
Nine a.m.
Monday, David’s office, no calls beforehand.
On Saturday morning I took a hotel coffee out to the balcony and wrote a list on the back of a receipt.
Dates down the left side.
Family events down the right.
November 14 of last year, thirty-five hundred dollars.
Thanksgiving fell the week after.
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