“Margaret asked me to look through the box,” I said.

“Margaret is in no legal condition to assign banking rights,” Arthur said, stepping close enough that I could smell his mint mouthwash.

“As senior bank trustee, I’ve locked that file row until probate court clears the estate.”

He opened his green ledger on the marble counter to show me a clipped bundle of record sheets.

My eye landed on a yellowed carbon copy in the middle of his ledger.

It was a 1979 tuition check for nine hundred dollars, stamped by First National Bank and signed under the name of Kade’s concrete company.