My Brother Said One Sentence in the Bank Lobby

had been arguing about. Enough to replace the truck tires before winter.

I put the letter in the drawer beside Lucy’s medical folder.

That night, she called me from her room.

“Daddy?”

I went in.

She was sitting up with the silver balloon tied to her bedpost. It had gone soft around the edges, drooping a little, but she refused to throw it away.

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