Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“We transferred money just last month.”
“That transfer went out,” the teller said.
“It didn’t come in.”
Helen carefully folded the yellow note into a tiny square.
She unclasped her purse, dropped the paper inside, and snapped the metal clasp shut.
“Thank you,” Helen said.
She turned away from the window.
Her face was pale.