My Father Brought A Locksmith To Sell My Ranch

bicycle without sweating over the price. He was reaching backward because the past was the only place he thought he still had leverage.

I said, “Don’t do that.”

He kept going anyway. “You know she’d have wanted fairness.”

Tom’s eyes moved from him to me. Waiting.

So I said the thing I’d never said out loud in front of Wade.

“Mom left me a letter.”

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