One Carpenter Spent His Savings to Keep Five Young Siblings in His Woodshop

at the book, then at my face. Her smile faded a little, her eyes dropping to the blue cover.

“I need to make a withdrawal,” I said.

She pulled a slip from the holder and picked up her blue pen. “How much are we looking at today?”

“All of it,” I said.

She stopped with the pen hovering an inch above the white paper.

“The forty-one?” she continue reading …