Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table

“Don’t lie to me, Fay.

She told us the whole story.”

I waited for him to explain what the story was.

“I checked the statements,” Arthur said.

“Those withdrawals from my retirement account over the last three years.

The ones you made me promise not to mention.”

I went completely still.

“What withdrawals did I make you promise not to mention?” I asked.