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

week.”

I stayed silent, my hands resting on the edge of the marble counter.

“I need the draft cashier’s check made out to the county clerk today, Sarah,” I said.

She looked at me for a long moment, searchingly, but my face did not give her anything to work with.

She filled in the numbers on the slip with quick, sharp strokes of her pen.

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