The Realtor Read One Name and My Stepfather Stopped Laughing

forgiveness with permission. Keep copies. Give originals to Reynolds. And Claire, if I’ve timed this badly and he’s already meddled, don’t warn him first.’”

The paper crackled again.

“There’s more,” Greg said.

“Keep going.”

“‘One other thing. The medals are yours. Anyone who calls them clutter can kiss my whole ass.’”

I put a hand over my mouth.

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