Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“She’ll appreciate it.”
By noon, the basket was sitting on the kitchen island.
I found a pair of scissors in the utility drawer and cut the red ribbon.
The cellophane fell away with a loud crinkle.
I started taking items out and lining them up on the tile.
There was a jar of black truffle salt.
A tin of smoked Spanish paprika.
Two blocks of aged cheddar wrapped in wax paper, and three jars of raw honey.
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