“She left two copies printed out,” Ethan said.

“She told me on Tuesday that you were going to sign it before you’d be allowed to park the SUV in the driveway again.”

“I never saw those papers,” I said.

“Because my dad walked into the kitchen while she was panicking over your father’s biography,” Ethan said.

“What did Richard do?”

“He walked over to the counter,” Ethan said.

“He picked up both copies of her contract, folded them in half, and put them in his back pocket.”