Michael Carter Pushed Me Toward a Fifty Million Dollar Funeral
Outside, Daniel checked the time in the margin of his notebook.
He asked if I needed to sit.
I said five minutes, then a meeting about the house.
He closed the notebook and said five minutes it was.
At the strip-mall office the copier had jammed twice.
A faint black stripe ran along the bottom of every page.
Robert moved the paperweight so I could read the second page.
The agreement covered property access, legal expenses, and separate accounts.