Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
“We’re just looking out for you, Fay.”
“Dad thinks I’m asking you for money to fix my equipment.”
Ranata adjusted her diamond wedding rings, twisting the thick platinum bands around her left ring finger.
“Dad gets confused sometimes,” she said.
“You know how he is with numbers lately.
He hears one thing and builds a whole story in his head.”
“He told me his retirement yields are down, and he mentioned mysterious withdrawals.
He blamed the missing money on my farm expenses.”