Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
I never used it.”
“Keep it,” I said.
“It won’t fit anymore.”
Richard showed up at ten in a canvas jacket, carrying one of my father’s desk lamps.
He set it down in the hall and closed the door behind him.
“You’re trespassing,” he said.
He folded his arms.
“I was raised in this house.”
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