I finally told my son the number. \u201cAbout forty-one million dollars, Derek.\u201d Silence swallowed the phone before Lindsay gasped in the background. Suddenly, the daughter-in-law who had barely spoken to me in three years sounded sweeter than honey. \u201cMom Josephine, we\u2019ve been such fools. We\u2019re driving over right now.\u201d I told them not to bother, but Derek had already hung up.<\/p>\n
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Forty minutes later, headlights swept across my living-room wall. Derek and Lindsay hurried toward my porch, with little Hazel between them in a pink coat thrown over her pajamas. Lindsay wore an enormous smile, but Hazel looked frightened. She slipped free, ran ahead, and pressed her face near my mail slot. \u201cGrandma,\u201d she whispered, \u201cplease don\u2019t let them take it. I know what Mommy hid in the car.\u201d<\/p>\n
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