Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
Binders, three deep, with my father’s shelf labels still taped to the spines.
“Leave that alone.” His voice came out flat.
He folded his arms across his chest.
“Listen.
Somebody needs to tell you this.
Don’t count on getting much out of this will.”
“How much is not much, Richard?”
“The house has expenses.