Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
Her eyes moved to the passenger window.
She could easily see the grocery bags on the seat.
I watched her work out exactly how long I had been standing by the door.
Her left hand moved quickly to her right.
She adjusted her wedding rings, twisting the large diamond all the way around her finger and pushing the band up toward her knuckle.
Her caring older sister act stopped completely.
I watched her face change.