One Scrap of Paper from Oak Creek Hospital Rewrote Thirty-Four Years of What My Family Remembered
Gene laid a cashier’s check face up between our coffee mugs on the diner table.
Ten thousand dollars, printed in crisp blue ink from the Bank of Oak Creek, made out directly to me.
“That comes straight out of Frank’s liquid account,” Gene said, adjusting his gold wristwatch with a quick flick of his thumb.
“You take that, Mara, and you sign the estate waiver today.”
“Why would I sign away my right to go through Frank’s legal papers?”
“Because a probate fight takes six months and costs twice what you’ve got in savings,” Gene said.
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