My Sister Signed Papers Before I Was Dead

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After a while, I said, “Good.”

Then I hung up and opened the drawer.

Dad’s letter was still there.

So was the photo from Landstuhl, the one with the ink stain on my jacket and General Hail looking like someone had insulted his lunch.

And under that, folded twice, was the court order with Judge Raskin’s signature.

I didn’t read it.

I just put my hand on continue reading …