My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
Miller clicked his ballpoint pen twice before setting it down.
“The freeze stays in place until the hearing,” Mr.
Miller said.
“The bank’s legal team will contact you about the forged notary signature, Gregory.”
Arthur put his polished glasses back on.
“We’re done here,” Arthur said.
Arthur picked up his briefcase.
I stood up and followed him out of the room.