Bijoy Das looked at that little booklet in the drawer. He had heard it referred to as a "passbook" before. He had assumed it was some kind of a report card. On closer perusal, he noticed that it had something to do with banking. When he flipped through it, he noticed a steady stream of transactions that painted the story of bankruptcy of the table's owner...all teak and enamel and gold-leafed detailings, until the withdrawals couldn't sustain. But the last page of the "passbook" had a torn, weathered photo...of a child playing by a well. The table's owner had skirted with bankruptcy many times. But when he lost his child is when he really went broke. Bijoy usually scouted around for good deals. But it didn't seem right to bargain with a father looking to score some cash for his only child's funeral.
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