My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

glasses from her pocket and leaned over the table. “Ninety-five thousand? Ben told you his medical copays were only twelve thousand.”

“It is not for medical bills, Clara,” I said. “The creditor is Buckeye Amusements.”

“Amusements?” she asked, her eyebrows coming together. “Like a carnival?”

“It is a regional syndicate,” I said, my hand touching the cold continue reading …