Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
Frank glanced at the house.
“How much is he charging you?”
“That is between Samuel and me.”
“I can pay his bill.
Whatever he charges, I will cover it.
You can bring the documents to my office, and I will have someone review them before this gets any further.”
I unlocked the Buick but did not open the driver’s door.
“Why would you pay an attorney to look at records you say contain nothing more than a clerical mistake?”