Payable on Death
Part Fifteen: Nine Words
He put his glasses back on and said:
“Bring me a certified death certificate and your photograph identification.”
That is it.
Nine words.
He did not say why.
He did not say what would happen.
He did not say which account, or whether there was one, or what my grandmother had left with him.
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