Rachel passed the twenty dollar bill to Sandy. "Thanks, Mr. Ryerson. My father will appreciate this, he's in so much pain lately."
Sandy nodded, his eyes wide. "I didn't know you could get cancer of the elbow."
"Not elbow, Mr. Ryerson. Wenis. It's the muscle underneath…never mind." She held out her hand, and he dropped a small manila envelope into it.
"Well wish him luck." He straightened the sweater around his shoulders, and turned to leave. "And Rachel?"
"Yes, Mr. Ryerson?"
"You don't need to lie to me. I don't particularly care why you want it." With that, he walked away.