I Let Him Finish Laughing First

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I hadn’t told her about the agents until noon.

She’d gone very still at her kitchen table when I said it.

“Federal?” she’d asked.

“Yes.”

“At your wedding.”

“If we let them fold these assets into a spouse transfer, they’ll bury the trail for another year.”

She’d stared at the sugar jar. Then she said, “Your father would’ve kicked that boy’s front teeth continue reading …