My Brother in Law Charged Me 40 to Use My Late Husbands Own Log Splitter So I Paid Him and Let the Whole Road See the Receipt
“Forty dollars,” Dale said. “For an afternoon.” He said it with his hand resting on the splitter. The way a man rests his hand on something that belongs to him. It did not belong to him. It was a red twenty-seven-ton log splitter with a Honda engine. My husband bought it at Fleet Farm…
