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

She stood up from her chair and walked toward Arthur.

I looked straight at my sister.

“You told them I was bankrupt so you could drain his retirement account,” I said.

“That’s a lie,” Ranata said.

Her voice jumped an octave.

“You took over two hundred thousand dollars from your own father,” I said.

“Did you ever give me a single dollar of that money?”

“We used it to keep your farm afloat,” Ranata said.