A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

morning.”

Harold shrugged, a quick, dismissive movement of his shoulders. “It was on my way to the office, and the man needed his money.”

“Five hundred dollars is not a small favor, Harold,” I said.

“It is not a favor at all,” Harold said, his voice dropping to that slow, steady rhythm he used when he wanted to settle an argument. “It is just what needs continue reading …