At 2 A.M. My Son Texted Me Not to Come to My Own Grandson’s Birthday — He Forgot I Secretly Own the $10 Million House He Was Banning Me From

I was free.

“That,” I said, “is what I want.

Have the paperwork ready by eight o’clock.” I paused.

“And Eric?”

“Yes, Betty?”

“Bring the court officers.

And a notary.” I looked at the blue folder open on my desk.

“This morning, we’re going to a birthday party.”