Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

tin on my lap, the folded ledger pages resting on my knees like a heavy weight.

“Tell me what the bank said yesterday,” I said, watching her profile as she stared straight ahead through the windshield.

“They want the signed authorization,” Clara said, her knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. “They will not extend the credit line without it.”

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