“Uncle Raymond, please.

You know how Dad was with technology.

He gave me his laptop and told me to run his affairs.”

“If he gave you permission,” Raymond said, “why did he call the bank fraud department three separate times to report you?”

“He didn’t report me!” Julian shouted, his face flushing dark red above his tight shirt collar.

“He was eighty-one years old!

He had memory lapses every single week!”