Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
I typed back right away.
I’ll bring them by tomorrow afternoon.
I set the phone down and looked at the stack of old farm receipts I had pulled from the cabinets earlier.
They were neatly clipped together, proving every piece of equipment on this land was fully paid off.
I put the receipts in a box and taped it shut.
The sun finally dropped below the horizon at six.
The temperature fell ten degrees in fifteen minutes.