One Scrap of Paper from Oak Creek Hospital Rewrote Thirty-Four Years of What My Family Remembered
It said a quarter past six.
“You’re Frank’s legal next of kin,” Howard said.
“The store’s open to retail customers until nine on Thursdays.
As next of kin, you have a statutory right to inspect primary estate records kept on business premises before probate closes.”
“Tim is working the retail desk tonight,” I said.
“He’s run the front counter since I was twelve.”
Howard drew a fresh retainer agreement out of his side drawer and laid a wooden fountain pen next to it.
“My fee for appearing at an after-hours document inspection is three hundred and eighty dollars.”