Sand Pile Discovery

"At that point how would they have known you had even taken my case?"

"Think the bullet was meant for you?" John asked after a long pause. "I thought of that."

"That's a scary thought," Tammy added.

"Why don't you two just stick to singing?"

They laughed. "Be just as broke being a singer, Mom."

"You're too hard on yourself, John," Tammy said. "Your music is good."

"Listen to her," his mother scolded again. "I knew there was something about her the first time we met. She's a smart young lady."

John agreed.

"I found something I need to show you," John's mother said as she dashed from the kitchen. "Stay there!" she yelled from a closet in the dining room.

"What's she doing?" Tammy wondered out loud.

"Your guess is as good as mine," John told her. "With my mom, it could be anything. Probably some new crazy looking painting she bought for a thousand dollars. Try to act like you like it. See my dad left her with a lot of money and she doesn't quite know what to do with it yet."

"I heard that," his mother said walking back into the kitchen. "I know exactly what to do with my money." She had a small, flat box under her arm.