Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
She was keeping it for herself to pay for her comfortable lifestyle, and she was blaming the huge withdrawals on my farm.
“She needs another five thousand this month,” Ranata said.
“For the winter heating oil.
I hate to even bring it up.”
“I can’t do five thousand,” Arthur said.
“The yields are down.
We’re barely covering our own property taxes.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Ranata said.