One Scrap of Paper from Oak Creek Hospital Rewrote Thirty-Four Years of What My Family Remembered
Howard lifted the yellowed document by its edges and slid it carefully into a clear protective sleeve from his briefcase.
“This is the document Gene hid thirty-four years ago,” Howard said.
“Without this affidavit, his fake death entry at record 114 comes apart.”
He pulled a legal pad out of his briefcase and started writing in quick, sharp strokes.
“What are you writing up?” I asked.
“An emergency injunction freezing all estate sales,” Howard said.
“Gene won’t sell one nail out of Frank’s estate before the hearing on November twenty-fourth.”
Howard Cobb took the yellowed 1990 birth affidavit and custody ruling out of the open metal box in the safe.
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