I would have signed it that afternoon, for a silver sedan, and I would have believed I had done well.

Part Twenty-One: What Was Actually in It

I took the waiver home.

That was my one good decision of the eleventh of November and I made it badly, by saying “I’ll read it,” which Richard heard as a yes.

It is three pages.

My name is spelled correctly on page one, which I noticed and was absurdly reassured by.

Page two is where it lives.

It released, in a single sentence of about ninety words, all claims I had or might ever have against the estate of Margaret R.