Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two

But he’s been at the bank with his father.”

I folded the trust page along its crease.

“What else did Clare tell you?”

“That she was done being polite.”

Sarah paid her check before I could reach for mine.

At the door she stopped.

“She asked me about the old photo envelope.

The one your mother kept in the cedar chest.”