My Grandma Kept a Notebook Nobody Knew About

twelve dollars and sixteen cents.”

Brad said, “Jesus, Vick.”

She spun toward him. “Don’t start.”

He didn’t fold that time.

“No, I think I will.”

That surprised all of us.

Brad was not a loud man. He was the kind of man who said “either is fine” when a waiter asked still or sparkling.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone.

“I told you to continue reading …