After a mind boggling search through more investment files, she found his savings account.
The rest he had built in investments – other than what was in the special savings account drawing interest until he could decide whether to return it or accept the responsibility that went with it.
But every dime spent on the house meant that much less she could invest in the dairy - and the dairy was the one thing that stood a chance of stimulating her anemic savings account.
The only money she had was in her savings account.
Of course, she had the thirty-some thousand in her savings account - most of which had been allotted her when she turned twenty-one.
