Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
It was incredibly detailed, with color-coded graphs and county averages.
“You spent your own time building a spreadsheet about my farm?”
“I care about my sister,” she said.
“Dad knows these statistics too.
That’s why he’s so anxious about his own retirement funds.
He feels responsible for your future.”
“My yields were up this season,” I said.
“Yields don’t equal liquid capital, Fay.