Terminal Four
Part Twenty-Five: What I Could Not Do
I wanted my mother prosecuted.
I want that on the record, plainly, without the retrospective calm that I have acquired since, because for about five months in that first year it was the only thing in my head and I would have paid any amount of money for it.
What Eleanor Vance did is a crime.
Several.
Taking a signature page off one instrument and attaching it to another is forgery in the second degree under New York law, and the completed document is a forged instrument, and offering it to somebody as genuine is criminal possession of a forged instrument, and those are felonies.
And none of them could be charged, and the reason is four words long.