Six Folders Inside Dad’s Steel Safe Revealed What My Brother Took From Us
Raymond took a slow sip of his tea and set the mug down on the blue vinyl placemat.
“What are you going to do with the house?” he asked.
“I’m going to keep it,” I said.
“I’m going to fix the front porch railing and paint the study window frames.”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded once.
“If you need a carpenter for the porch, you don’t pay for labor,” he said.
“I’ll bring my own saws.”
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