Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table

“That repair will cost nine hundred dollars minimum.”

“The tractor is in the barn,” I said.

“You don’t have nine hundred dollars lying around,” Arthur said.

“Look at your coat.

You’ve got duct tape on the left elbow.”

I looked at my green canvas jacket hanging on the peg by the front door.

A strip of black tape covered a three-inch tear near the seam.

“The tape keeps the feathers from coming out,” I said.