My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“To Gregory,” I said.
“He received the whole sum when you were just a baby,” Arthur said.
“If he got the money, why is it in a trust with my name on it?” I asked.
“Did he give it to me?”
Arthur cleared his throat loudly again and leaned forward over the desk.
“Gregory didn’t give you a dime of his own free will,” Arthur said.
“Within three weeks of the funeral, he was already spending the payout on luxury cars.