“Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” I said. “Come here a minute.”
He came over. He knelt down in the dirt next to me. His jeans were filthy. His Dollar General sneakers weren’t white anymore. They were brown. Permanently.
Danny opened his briefcase and took out the papers. He laid them on top of an overturned bucket.
“Brandon,” I said. “I’m going to sign something. I want you to watch.”
“What is it?”
“The future of account 0001.”
He went very still.
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I picked up the pen. I signed my name. Dorothy Mae Whitaker.
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Then I handed the pen to Danny, and he signed as a witness, and he stamped it with his notary seal.
Brandon was staring at the papers.
“Mrs. Whitaker,” he said slowly. “What did you just do?”
“I didn’t give it to you,” I said. “If that’s what you’re thinking.”
