Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
A moving crew was scheduled to take the heavy equipment in a few days.
I needed to pack the remaining file cabinets myself.
I grabbed a roll of packing tape and built three boxes on the wooden floor.
My phone buzzed on the desk.
It was a text from Helen.
Ranata said you were going to the store tomorrow.
Could you please get my cinnamon creamer?
And maybe some fresh apples?