Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“I’ll box up the plates and glasses later tonight.”
He snapped the tape gun open and put together the first cardboard box.
The loud ripping sound of the clear tape echoed off the bare kitchen walls.
“We have another crew available tomorrow morning,” he said.
“If you want to speed this up.”
“Tomorrow is fine,” I said.
“Just take the nonessential items today.
Leave the heavy equipment in the barn for now.”