My Family Reported Five Million Dollars Stolen Before They Ever Checked My Leather Case

“Sunday.

Six o’clock.

I’m making the pot roast, the one with carrots.

Your father’s been asking about you.”

“I’ll check my week.”

“You do that.” Her smile lasted a beat longer than her sentence.

“Bring an appetite.

And bring the trust papers, if you’d like your father to go over them with you.”