Six Years After the Lake Trip, One Blue Envelope Upended Everything Clara Believed
“Sterling, four pounds six ounces,” Mr.
Henderson said.
He wiped the spout on his coat sleeve.
“What can you give me for it today?” I asked.
“I can give you five hundred fifty dollars in cash,” he said.
“Or six hundred if you’ll let me write a check.”
I twisted the silver band on my right ring finger twice.
“It has to be cash,” I said.