“He asked whether you’d been having bouts of confusion lately,” she said.

She took a silver pen out of her purse and tapped it twice on the laminate table before putting it down.

“He used the phrase medically vulnerable.”

I sat down across from her and pulled the plastic lid off my coffee.

“He told you I was confused?”

“He wanted to know whether you’d signed a legal power of attorney since Evelyn died,” Margaret said.

“He asked if I thought you were mentally fit to manage the corporate ledger accounts by yourself.”