After My Father’s

of those.

A legal one.

He had used a notarized document in the stock transfer claim.

And the notary, a woman named Paula Greer, had been dead for nine months.

Once the dead notary appeared, everything moved faster.

Forgery had a smell.

Not literally, though after a while I began to imagine it did—like hot toner, stale coffee, expensive cologne, and panic.continue reading …