Uncle Robert Insisted Grandma Was Confused, Until Four Sheets of Paper Changed Everything in Greenville
The first column was short.
The last one ran the entire length of the table.
“Ninety-four thousand dollars,” she said.
“The account was opened in ninety-eight and closed in August with six hundred and twelve dollars left in it.”
My thumb found my index finger once more.
“Eight withdrawals.
The first one on March twenty-second, the last one on August second.”
I counted back from October.