She had learned something he had not thought to tell her.

I handed the clerk a transaction report.

“For forty years,” I said, “my husband and I kept our primary accounts at Atlantic Commonwealth Bank.

After Henry died, Michael very kindly offered to help me organize my paperwork.” “I was helping you,” Michael snapped, and the judge silenced him with a look.

“Six weeks after my husband’s funeral,” I continued, “someone attempted to add Michael as a joint owner of my savings account.” I let that sit.

“You signed that,” Michael said.