One Scrap of Paper from Oak Creek Hospital Rewrote Thirty-Four Years of What My Family Remembered
“It fits the secondary archive box inside the main floor safe at Miller Hardware.”
I turned my silver wedding band around my thumb.
“Gene changed the locks on Frank’s house this morning.
He loaded the furniture onto a truck twenty minutes ago.”
“Gene won’t be at the store tonight,” Arlene said.
“The county bar association is putting on the pre-probate executor dinner at the Oak Creek Inn until nine.
I saw his name on the guest list when I dropped off the record search fee.”
Howard glanced at the clock on his desk.