Buddy Quinn had made us rich. Mom would never have to work again and we were on our way to the toy store to buy a matching pair of bicycles.
“I like red,” she said. “A red one with silver trim.”
“That would be nice.” I still had not come to grips with everything she had just told me while standing in front of Camille Roberts" desk and then repeated in the Buick leaving the home. Though she had not told me an amount, as we pulled into the parking lot of the toy store I was beginning to understand that whatever settlement Buddy Quinn had negotiated had made us so rich that my grandfather and grandmother were coming for a visit at the end of the month in order to help my mother pack and move us back to Minneapolis before school started. They even knew of a house we could buy.
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