“My father wanted me handling things,” Michael said.

“He told me he wanted me to look after Mom’s affairs.” “My husband,” I said quietly, “had been dead for nearly two months on the date this document was supposedly executed.

So unless he was signing his wishes from the grave, that explanation does not survive the calendar.” The document required a notary, and the notary listed on it was a woman named Patricia Dawson.

And there was a problem with Patricia Dawson.