For Fourteen Years My Son Lived Rent-Free in a House He Believed Was His

“Then he asked her whether I had power of attorney over your personal checking account.”

I folded the notice back into the folder and gave it to her.

“Send the notice out,” I said.

“A certified process server will deliver it Thursday morning,” Margaret said.

She snapped the brass latch of her briefcase shut with a firm click.

“Have you got enough cash for the week?”

“There’s eighty dollars in my wallet,” I said.

“And the corporate credit card is in my coat pocket.”