Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“The numbers just don’t add up lately,” Arthur said.
He ran his rough finger down a column of handwritten figures.
His handwriting was cramped and small.
“Are the mutual funds underperforming?” I asked.
“The market is fine,” he said.
“It’s the balance on my main retirement account.
The principal is shrinking fast.”
I put my sandwich down on the plate.