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

the room the way people do when they realize the floor they’ve been standing on is decorative.

Howard tried first. Of course he did.

“This is grotesque. Frances wrote plenty when she was angry.”

“Good thing,” I said, tapping the affidavit, “she had her doctor witness capacity a week before signing.”

Martin closed his eyes for a second.

Just one.

Enough.

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