The Envelope My Father Handed Me At My Sister’s Wedding

maybe stay.”

Every head near us turned.

Martin gave the nervous little cough lawyers use when they need ten extra seconds and only have one. “This is a private family matter.”

My father stepped in. “Vivian. Enough.”

“No, not enough. Martin, did you notarize this before or after you received the petition draft from my counsel?”

That did it.

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