Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
The brown folder holding my closing documents was locked in my bottom drawer.
The room was half empty.
Four cardboard moving boxes were stacked against the wood-paneled wall.
My cell phone rang.
The screen showed Mr.
Gable.
“Good evening, Fay,” he said.
“Hello, Mr. Gable.”
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