Chapter 8 - You Caused a ProblemA wire transfer was arranged. David handled the details. The photographer remained beside his car, pretending to be deeply interested in his camera settings. The real estate agent made several calls. Terrance finished his coffee.
I watched Grandpa. He wasn't celebrating. He wasn't taunting them. He almost seemed bored.
Once confirmation came through that everything had been properly received and documented, David explained the next steps for releasing or withdrawing the claim as appropriate.
Barrett looked at Grandpa. "So we're done now?"
"Once everything is finalized."
Priscilla stood on the porch with her arms crossed. "You could've just told us yesterday you were going to do this."
Grandpa stared at her. "I did tell you that you owed me $6,200."
"That isn't what I mean."
"I know."
Then he turned toward his truck. As we walked away, Barrett called after him.
"You really would've caused a problem with our sale over six thousand dollars?"
Grandpa stopped. He looked back.
May you like
"No," he said. "You caused a problem with your sale over six thousand dollars."
Then he climbed into his truck.
