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

My printer will need at least an hour to collate all of that.”

“Put them in boxes,” I said.

“I’ll be there at noon.”

“I’ll have them ready in the lobby,” he said.

I hung up.

I called Joe the mechanic and asked whether he was heading into town today.

“I have a parts run at ten,” Joe said.

“I can swing by and pick you up.”