“No.

He’ll sign out of self-interest.” She wrote the word deed on the legal pad and boxed it.

“That’s the only kind he understands.

He’ll tell himself it’s a business decision.”

“The organizer,” Sarah said.

“Where is it now?” I told her it was in the hall closet, under Julian’s winter gloves.

She wrote that down and underlined it.

“Leave it there.