Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
We’ve drained our entire retirement safety net for her.”
I stood frozen on the wooden porch.
“She’s family,” Helen said.
“We have to keep her afloat.
I just wish she’d talk to us.”
“We’re doing everything we can,” Ranata said.
“Desmond and I are happy to handle the transfers.
It saves Fay the embarrassment of asking you herself.