Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two
“He said federal mail tampering carries specific criminal penalties under statute seventeen oh eight,” Clare said.
“I don’t need a prosecutor to finish this,” I said.
“Gerald called my phone at seven fifteen,” Clare said quietly.
“What did he want?”
“He said if I didn’t come to the Main Street office by noon to sign the trust waiver, he would take me off the family insurance policy and sell Mother’s mahogany dining set,” she said.
I took a slow sip of the hot coffee and set the porcelain mug back down without making a sound.
“And what did you say to him?” I asked.