After taking off his baseball cap and scratching his head for several moments, Jones stood and closed the door to Forehand’s office. Jones then sat down and leaned foeward as he began speaking in a forceful and unapologetic tone. “Listen here, Thomas. I’m going to come clean with you,” Over the next several minutes, Jones explained that the money he had inherited from his grandmother had been in the form of cash – cash that she had literally hidden under a mattress, buried in cans in her backyard, and stashed in remote corners of remote cubbyholes of her large home. “Dang it, she had told me where it was all hid. But, I may have forgotten some of the spots. I spent the better part of two days tearing that old house apart. I just hope I got it all.” After a brief pause, Jones shook his head and smiled. “That old lady was quite a hoot. Didn’t trust bankers a lick”
Forehand was too shocked to interrupt his new client or to provide y commentary on the sudden and unexpected revelation.