The Popsicle Cooler
“It is mine, Pastor,” I said, quietly, so that the children would not hear the worst of it. “Ten weeks ago, I sold Ambrose Nursery and Landscape for eight million, …
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The Extension Cord
“Pastor, he took my stage trailer from my warehouse in Cullman and put it up for sale,” I said, and I said it into the silence under the oaks, where …
The Extension Cord Read MoreThe Pasture Gate
“It belongs to the company that bought mine, Reverend,” I said, and I said it into the stillness of the tent, with three hundred faces turned toward me. “Eight weeks …
The Pasture Gate Read MoreThe White Hat
“Because they bought my hat designs, Deacon,” I said, and I laid my white church hat on the table beside the envelope. “Two months ago, they paid me three million, …
The White Hat Read MoreThe Wedding China
“Pastor Reid, they are writing to me because they bought my choir robe designs,” I said, and I opened the white envelope on the kitchen table, on top of the …
The Wedding China Read MoreThe Cypress Lamb
“Because they bought my nativity figures, baby,” I said, and I set the little cypress lamb down beside the envelope. “Nine weeks ago, they paid me three million, six hundred …
The Cypress Lamb Read MoreThe Pound Cake
“Pastor, it is writing to me because it bought my pound cake,” I said, and I opened my Bible to Psalm 37 and let the envelope slide out into the …
The Pound Cake Read MoreThe Folding Chairs
“Yes, Nils, it is real,” I said, and I said it softly, because the fireworks were still blooming over the fairgrounds. “Eight point eight million dollars. June. Every rig, every …
The Folding Chairs Read MoreThe Wash Bucket
“Six million, three hundred thousand dollars, Brad,” I said, and I set the sponge down on the hay bale beside the paper. “That is what I received nine weeks ago …
The Wash Bucket Read MoreThe Pecan Lights
“Eight weeks ago, Arturo,” I said, and I laid my hand flat on the table beside the paper. “Seven million, seven hundred thousand dollars. Every truck, every container, every driver.” …
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