Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“Could you come over to the house tonight?”
“Is Dad okay?” I asked.
“He’s fine,” Helen said.
She was holding the phone very close to her mouth.
“We just need you here.”
“I can come by tomorrow afternoon.”
“No,” Helen said.
“It needs to be tonight.
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