My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“Not anymore,” Arthur said.
“Until the fraud hearing is over, the property is in probate limbo.”
The bank was filing charges, but my testimony would decide his actual sentence.
I wondered whether I would send Gregory to federal prison.
Gregory looked at the original court order again.
“Beatrice planned this,” Gregory said.
“She set a trap for me twenty-seven years ago, and she just waited for me to step in it.”
“She baked a very complicated pie,” Arthur said.
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