Pam removed the plastic lid from the coffee container.<\/p>\n
I expected to see coffee.<\/p>\n
Instead, I saw money.<\/p>\n
Bundles of bills had been placed inside.<\/p>\n
Some were folded together with rubber bands.<\/p>\n
Others were loose.<\/p>\n
There were five-dollar notes, tens, and twenties.<\/p>\n
Pam carefully lifted the contents and placed them on the table.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
The money sat between the ham platter and the cardboard box.<\/p>\n
"Seven hundred and fifty dollars," she said.<\/p>\n
Her voice was quiet.<\/p>\n
"That's what you three sent me last October."<\/p>\n
I looked at the bills.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at her.<\/p>\n
"Two hundred and fifty from Rob. Two hundred and fifty from Dean. Two hundred and fifty from Connie."<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
"All for Mom's propane."<\/p>\n
Rob leaned forward.<\/p>\n
Dean looked confused.<\/p>\n
Pam pushed the money toward us.<\/p>\n
"I spent four hundred dollars on the October delivery."<\/p>\n
I remembered the pink ticket.<\/p>\n
Two hundred gallons.<\/p>\n
Four hundred dollars.<\/p>\n
The numbers matched.<\/p>\n
Pam looked at me.<\/p>\n
"The rest went toward our mortgage, our electricity, and Mark's prescriptions."<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
She lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
"And I didn't put in my own two hundred and fifty dollars."<\/p>\n
That was the first time I had heard her say it.<\/p>\n
Not an explanation.<\/p>\n
Not a guess.<\/p>\n
A direct admission.<\/p>\n
"I didn't have it," she said.<\/p>\n
Dean opened his mouth.<\/p>\n
Then closed it.<\/p>\n
Pam placed both hands in her lap.<\/p>\n
"I know what I did."<\/p>\n
Her voice began to shake.<\/p>\n
"I know I shouldn't have used the money that way."<\/p>\n
She pushed the coffee can farther across the table.<\/p>\n
"This is everything I could put together. All of it."<\/p>\n
I looked at the cash.<\/p>\n
Then at the cardboard box.<\/p>\n
I still couldn't understand.<\/p>\n
"Where did you get this money?"<\/p>\n
Pam looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
"I sold some things."<\/p>\n
"What things?"<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
"Grandma's Bernina sewing machine."<\/p>\n
I felt something tighten in my chest.<\/p>\n
The machine had belonged to Grandma Heinz.<\/p>\n
Pam had inherited it and kept it for years.<\/p>\n
She used it to repair clothes, make curtains, and work on quilts.<\/p>\n
It was one of the few things from Grandma's house that she had kept.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
"I also sold the quilt stand Dad made for me."<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
"And Mark's deer rifle."<\/p>\n
Mom made a small sound.<\/p>\n
"Pammy…"<\/p>\n
Pam didn't turn.<\/p>\n
Her eyes stayed on me.<\/p>\n
"I've been working Saturday shifts at the Cenex in Harvey since January."<\/p>\n
I hadn't known that either.<\/p>\n
She worked at the clinic during the week.<\/p>\n
Then she spent part of her weekends running the cash register at the gas station.<\/p>\n
She looked exhausted because she was exhausted.<\/p>\n
"I wanted to pay everything back," she said.<\/p>\n
Then she took a breath.<\/p>\n
"Connie, you were right to take over the account."<\/p>\n
I didn't respond.<\/p>\n
"You were right to call the cooperative."<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
"And you were right to make sure Mom had fuel."<\/p>\n
She looked toward Mom.<\/p>\n
"I let her get cold."<\/p>\n
The words settled over the kitchen.<\/p>\n
I had expected her to defend herself.<\/p>\n
I had expected her to blame the weather, the cooperative, or the road conditions.<\/p>\n
Instead, she was admitting what she had done.<\/p>\n
"I'm sorry," she whispered.<\/p>\n
Nobody answered immediately.<\/p>\n
Then Pam reached for the cardboard box.<\/p>\n
"This is the other reason I came."<\/p>\n
She removed the top.<\/p>\n
Inside were stacks of papers.<\/p>\n
Receipts.<\/p>\n
Bills.<\/p>\n
Delivery slips.<\/p>\n
Pharmacy statements.<\/p>\n
Some were folded into envelopes.<\/p>\n
Others were fastened together with small clips.<\/p>\n
At the very top was a green spiral notebook.<\/p>\n
It looked inexpensive.<\/p>\n
The kind sold in a dollar store.<\/p>\n
Pam lifted it carefully.<\/p>\n
"I kept records," she said.<\/p>\n
She placed it in front of Rob.<\/p>\n
"Everything I've paid for Mom since Dad died."<\/p>\n
Rob opened the cover.<\/p>\n
The handwriting was familiar.<\/p>\n
Pam's.<\/p>\n
Small, neat, and carefully organized.<\/p>\n
The first entries went back four years.<\/p>\n
March 2022.<\/p>\n
Prescription purchases.<\/p>\n
Groceries.<\/p>\n
A repair to the house.<\/p>\n
Rob turned another page.<\/p>\n
April.<\/p>\n
May.<\/p>\n
June.<\/p>\n
Every month had entries.<\/p>\n
Every expense had a date and an amount.<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
I saw a payment for hearing-aid batteries.<\/p>\n
Then money for fuel to take Mom to an eye appointment in Minot.<\/p>\n
Another entry recorded a repair to the well pump.<\/p>\n
There were grocery purchases, pharmacy bills, and small household expenses.<\/p>\n
Some amounts were less than thirty dollars.<\/p>\n
Others were several hundred.<\/p>\n
Rob turned another page.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
The notebook continued.<\/p>\n
Pam had written down everything.<\/p>\n
Dean leaned over his shoulder.<\/p>\n
I looked at the receipts scattered across the table.<\/p>\n
There were more than I could count.<\/p>\n
And suddenly, I understood that the conversation we had come to have was much larger than the propane account.<\/p>\n
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