“Just a routine agreement,” he said.

“A release of rights for the lake lot so we can close out the estate before the cold weather comes.”

He unclipped the silver pen and laid it next to the envelope.

“The bank needs it stamped by Friday,” Dean said.

“Friday is a whole month before the probate deadline,” I said.

“Why drag it out till December?” Dean asked.

His voice had the smooth, soft tone he used at church suppers.