Grace entered the greenhouse carrying a tray of lemonade.
She saw the envelope.
Her face changed.
“Where did you find that?”
Arthur looked at her.
“You know about it?”
Grace set down the tray.
“I found one after the funeral.”
“One?”
Arthur stood.
“I sent three letters.”
Grace shook her head.
“There was one in Dad’s desk.”
“Did you read it?”
“No.”
Arthur seemed genuinely surprised.
“Why not?”
“It was addressed to Dad.”
“He was gone.”
“It still wasn’t mine.”
Arthur stared at her.
Then something close to admiration crossed his face.
“Your brother and sister come by it honestly.”
Grace looked confused.
“The ring,” I explained.
Her eyes softened.
Arthur handed her the envelope he had kept.
“This is a copy.”
Grace didn’t take it.
“What does it say?”
“That I was wrong.”
The greenhouse became very quiet.
“And?”
“That the company owed your father compensation for lost income. That his employment record should be corrected. That I wanted to meet with him personally.”
