When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

me all the way to my car.

I sat behind the wheel of my 1989 Buick LeSabre and opened the folder.

The first page had my signature.

Only it was not my signature.

It looked like someone had tried to copy the way my E loops too high and my W leans right.

But they missed the old tremor in my hand.

They made me steadier than I had been in fifteen years.

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