For Fourteen Years My Son Lived Rent-Free in a House He Believed Was His
“His lawyer faxed this over to my office at noon,” she said.
“Brandon went and hired a lawyer?”
“A local corporate attorney by the name of Arthur Henderson,” she said.
“Take a look at page three.”
I put on Evelyn’s glasses and turned to the third page.
The type was clean and narrow, laid out in short legal clauses.
“The party of the second part agrees to withdraw all demands for monthly rent in the amount of fifteen hundred dollars,” I read out loud.
“Now read paragraph four,” Margaret said softly.