The Realtor Read One Name and My Stepfather Stopped Laughing

it again.”

Richard answered, younger but still slippery. “I said I’ll pay you back.”

“When.”

“Once the lot flips.”

“There is no lot.”

A long pause.

Then Richard: “Helen told me you had reserves.”

Dad laughed once, and there was no humor in it.

“You forged my initials.”

“I borrowed from family.”

“You’re not family.”

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