Michael Carter Pushed Me Toward a Fifty Million Dollar Funeral
I said I wanted my own account to remain mine and every payment listed.
He said we would put both in writing.
I signed the revised page, not the agreement as a whole.
A small envelope slipped from beneath a folder.
My name was on it in Linda’s handwriting.
I recognized the folded edge.
Robert had given it to the attorney the day before.
She had not opened it without me.