The yard I’d planted.
The maple I’d put in the year we bought it, taller than the gutters now.
Worst of all, she was wearing the watch our father had given me before he d*ed.
A plain steel watch with a brown leather band.
Nothing valuable.
He’d worn it for thirty-one years on a factory floor and taken it off his own wrist in a h*spital bed and put it on mine.
“You’re the one who shows up on time, Rach. Nicole’s never once been on time.”
Nicole had been on time today.
“Pick up your money,” I told her. “You already took four years of my life. You’re not buying the ones I have left.”
My sister smiled.
“You still think you can win.”
She got into a white German-made SUV I’d never seen and backed out of my old driveway without looking.
The envelope stayed on the grass.
