Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
He walked past his older daughter and stopped on the top concrete step right next to me.
He held out my truck keys.
The small silver ring caught the yellow light.
I looked at the keys, then at the white rental car.
I didn’t take them.
Arthur slowly lowered his hand.
He looked down at the metal keys, then stared out at the dark suburban street.
“I don’t know how Helen and I will pay the property taxes next month,” Arthur said.
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