What We Talk About When We Talk About Money
Bob Miller died on a Thursday. This was, Linda thought, entirely appropriate. Her father had spent his life working on Thursdays—Thursday shifts at the factory, Thursday grocery runs, Thursday visits to the VFW hall—and it seemed fitting that he should die on a day he would have worked if he still could. Linda was forty-two. She had been an accountant in Columbus for twenty years. She knew...
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