“I’m throwing it away.”
“That is your decision.”
I tore the receipt once.
Then again.
Dropped it into the wastebasket.
The corporate original remained properly retained.
I no longer needed a personal copy to remind me that the watch had been purchased with money Julian never understood.
At noon, Arthur brought me a blue folder.
“Scholarship authorization.”
“How much?”
“Two hundred thousand for the first year.”
“Source?”
“Renewed philanthropic allocation.”
“Not Vance?”
“No.”
I read every page.
Five schools.
Need-based selection.