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

picture for incoming money.

I nodded once. “Of course he did.”

She looked like she wanted me to comfort her.

That was not a service I had in stock.

Instead I handed her a business card.

Janet Pike.

“If you decide you want your own counsel before this gets uglier,” I said, “call her assistant. Tell her you’re my sister. She’ll hate that, but she’ll still continue reading …