Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table

“You didn’t have to do this,” I said.

“We worry about you out here.”

She used that word again.

She always said “we” when she wanted to speak for our parents or her husband.

I reached out and took the basket.

It weighed at least twenty pounds.

“Come inside,” I said.

We walked up the wooden steps to the porch.