The TSA Alarm Went Off the Second They Scanned My ID

landed at Burbank and got the rental cars sorted, the old family arrangement had started cracking in visible places.

Nobody asked me to carry bags.

Tiny miracle.

We drove south in two cars through flat ugly afternoon traffic, and by four-ten we were in a conference room with beige walls, bad coffee, and framed prints of sailboats.

The attorney, Mr. Bell,continue reading …