We hadn’t spoken in years, though she had once spent every summer teaching me to catch fish in the creek behind the farm.

Her name appeared in the witness list my father filed a week after the first hearing.

I called her cautiously.

“Joanna?” she answered.

“I wondered when you’d find me.”

“Dad says you’re prepared to testify that Grandpa promised him the house.”

A long pause.

“I never said that.