Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
I had never mentioned a transmission to Ranata.
“Seven thousand dollars,” Arthur said loudly.
“Where does she think that money comes from?”
“I know it’s frustrating,” Ranata said.
“We want her to succeed.
We really do.
But she’s too proud to ask for a loan directly.
She expects me to cover her mistakes.”