I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

the bank. He told the auditors. He told every lawyer who ever drafted his debt papers. But Harold had a habit of keeping ugly facts in drawers.”

I looked at Andrew.

“It appears the habit was inherited.”

His ears went red.

Claire was staring at me now, actually staring, and I felt her hand tremble under mine.

“Mom…”

“It gets worse,” I said.

Andrew stood. “I continue reading …