Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“No,” I said.
“Please don’t be stubborn about this.”
“I can pay my own heating bill.”
“I have the money set aside,” she said.
“Desmond and I talked about it.
We want to do this for you.”
I looked at the spotless white SUV parked in the yard.
Then I looked back at her.
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