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

He held it in his right hand like a heavy stone.

“You wrote down tractor parts and winter feed bills,” Arthur said.

“You made up an entire failing farm out of thin air to bleed us dry.”

“I did what I had to do,” Ranata said.

Her condescendingly sweet tone finally cracked.

“Desmond lost his corporate bonus two years in a row.

How were we supposed to live?”

“You stole my retirement,” Arthur said.