After My Father’s

looked at the green folder.

“It means my position is harder.”

“Only harder?”

I met her eyes.

“Not wrong.”

For the first time that day, Nora smiled.

“Good answer.”

“No,” I said. “Honest answer.”

Harold came when I called. So did Margaret.

We sat in Nora’s office until after midnight reviewing every document connected to my mother’s trust. By two in the morning,continue reading …