In Case I Forget I’m Allowed to Ask for Help

She blinked. “The paperwork?”

“The trust,” I said. “The occupancy agreement. Everything Andrés signed.”

Doña Rebeca stood. “That can’t be.”

I turned to her. “You signed as witness.”

“I don’t read every page they put in front of me.”

“How curious,” I said. “Your signature reads very clearly.”