“I’ve got the cashier’s check ready,” Dean said.

He patted his jacket pocket.

“Eight thousand four hundred dollars.

The mortgage company releases the lien, and the house is all yours.”

“And what about the lake lot?”

“The trust takes it over,” he said.

“It stays in the family name, the way Daniel wanted.”

He unfolded the paper from the envelope and spread it flat on the mahogany coffee table.