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

“She told me you offered to help us through a rough patch.”

“She told us Fay was starving,” Arthur said.

“She said Fay was selling off livestock just to buy heating oil.”

“We just got a little behind,” Ranata said.

She stood up quickly from the table.

“We can fix this.

As a family.”

Arthur picked up the leather ledger.