Red stepped backward, unable to pull his eyes away from the table and its occupants. He bumped into a desk behind him, and had to stifle a scream. A glass jar rattled and Red twisted to see it was stuffed with notes; not just Obamas, but old ones he’d only seen in textbooks. The numbers on the paper were huge: hundreds, thousands. Two of these would change his life, help him set up a real greenhouse, save his mother.