Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

at the ring, his mouth twisting into a small, humorless smile.

“What is this?” he asked.

“It is my collateral,” I said. “It is solid silver, and it is worth more than the three hundred dollars I owe you for the utility deposit.”

George picked up the ring with his thumb and forefinger, holding it up to the light of the brass lamp.

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