Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“It’s her whole life.”
“Working hard doesn’t fix bad math, Mom,” Ranata said.
“We’ve tried to help her manage her accounts.
We give her professional advice, and she ignores it.”
I heard a hard thud against wood.
Arthur was rapping his knuckles on the coffee table.
“The numbers don’t lie,” Arthur said.
“She’s been running that property into the ground for over a decade.