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

She uncrossed her arms and stepped toward the edge of the porch.

“I knew we could sort this all out.”

I turned to face my sister.

“I’m making our parents whole,” I said.

“I’m doing absolutely nothing for you.”

Ranata opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out into the cold air.

“You’re completely cut off,” I said.

“Don’t ever call my phone again.”