Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“How much has she paid back?” Arthur asked.
The house was completely quiet for several seconds.
I could hear the wind rustling the dry leaves in the front yard.
“Nothing,” Ranata said.
“We just have to accept that the money is gone.”
“Two hundred and ten thousand dollars,” Arthur said.
His voice was rough and loud.
“In ten years.