against the car, her right foot tapping against the gravel.
“He wasn’t rich, Martha,” she said. “I found a hidden bank notice from October of 1937. He owed money. A lot of money. If he didn’t take that hundred dollars, we wouldn’t have had this house.”
“He never cashed the check, Clara,” I said.
“Then he was a fool,” she said.
She climbed into the cab continue reading …